During my junior high years I had an art teacher by the name of Mrs. Warton. She was a lady that I did not particularly like as she had severely criticized my art work for no apparent reason and this criticism caused me to give up art until later in my life. I remember one Halloween where she invited me over for a movie and to see a haunted house that she had built. She told me that the rest of the art class had been invited as well. My parents said it was okay if I went, but they did not know much about Mrs. Warton and that she had a very dark sense of humor and seemed to take a delight in all things that were grim and grotesque. I was excited to go but there was part of me that was terrified.
I arrived to her house on Halloween night dressed as Frankenstein. I knocked on the door and she answered in the costume of a corpse. She smiled at me and invited me inside. Upon entry I realized that I was the only person there. I asked her where the others were and she told me that they were going to be Iate. I sat down in the living and she disappeared into another room. Suddenly, I was uneasy and wanted to go home. I got up and just was about to leave she came back into the room with a plate of some type of animal intestines, brains, hearts and other things that looked gruesome. She turned to me and said, "Would you like some?" I shook my head as she proceeded to eat the organs on the plate. I nearly vomited from the sound as she chomped it. The minutes passed by as we sat in silence and she then said, "It looks like you're the only one who is showing."
I said nothing. She got up and turned off the lights and pressed play on a movie. She sat by me on the couch and I shifted over a bit as she was getting too close. The movie that she played was called, "People Under the Stairs," which was a movie about a husband and wife that hid children under the stairs and then ate them. It was rated R and was very disturbing. This was when I realized that she was a sick lady because it was not normal to show a child this type of movie. After the show she told me that if I wanted to leave then I would have to find my way out. I pleaded with her to please let me go home, but she wouldn't.
I started to wander through the house looking for a door, but I had become confused and couldn't find one. I had gone up and down a series of stairs and I could no longer remember which floor I was on. Then, finally, I came across a door. I quickly opened it and entered the room. I looked around me for a light switch but their wasn't one. It was pitch black in the room but I was able to figure out that I was in the laundry room which was under the stairs. I started to scream and I could hear her laughing through the door. For three hours I pounded my little fists on the door. Finally she opened it and let me out. I kicked her in the shin and she then grabbed me by the hair and said, "You can go home now." She then dragged me up the stairs, opened a door and threw me out onto the lawn. I ran home crying and told my parents.
The next day my parents called the police and she was arrested at school. She denied that I was at her house and denied the existence of a Halloween party. I took the police to the house I was imprisoned in but upon arrival it was not occupied by her; there was an elderly couple living there instead. The police talked to all of the other art students in my class and none of them knew anything about the party.
Apparently she had only invited me...