Megan Again: Trail of Terror-The Sequel

By Megan Wirts

What happens when you bring your children, ages 10 and 13, your mother and your aunt along with you to a haunted trail? You laugh, scream and pee your pants a little.
The weather was perfect, and we were ready to get scared this past Saturday night when the five of us braved the Trail of Terror, located in Holton. This is the 13th year that Buffy Murphy and crew have been terrorizing people in the woods. Let me tell you they know how to do it!
Last year was the first time my family and I made the trek through the terror filled trail. We left that night with our hearts racing and hilarious stories to tell. We couldn’t wait to go back again this year! When we piled in the car and made our way there, my 10-year-old son started to have second thoughts. We were almost to my aunt’s house to pick her up and he was contemplating staying there with our cousin instead of joining in on the fun. He went back and forth between wanting to go and wanting to stay for a good long while until he finally said, “Ok, I’m going, let’s go before I change my mind!”, and away we went.
The closer we got the more nervous we became. We pulled into the parking area and were directed to parking space, just as my mom was turning the car off we heard a tap on the window and everyone in the car jumped and screamed! We weren’t even in the haunted trail yet and we were already freaking out!!! I could tell that this was going to be a good night.
I don’t know if you recall this about me, but I scare easily and tend to be a little dramatic. Those of you that know me personally, know exactly what I’m talking about. Where do you think I got this gene from? My mother, of course. And guess who else is just like us? My aunt and my children. So, why do we do things like go to haunted houses? Because it’s FUN!!! There is just something about getting the crap scared out of you that is exhilarating, hilarious and fantastically fun. I know it’s not for everyone, but for those of us that love a good scare, the Trail of Terror is the place to find it.
When we stepped through the black curtain we were met immediately with a terrifying axe wielding stalker that we couldn’t get away from fast enough! Which for me, isn’t very fast! I have a disorder called dystonia, that makes it a little harder for me to move around than most. I brought along my trusty walker on wheels to get me through the trail. I was unsure it would make it through the entire trail and I am pleased to say that it did without any issues. It even fit through the wooden maze part, filled with screeching banshees, that seemed to get smaller and smaller with every turn we made. I was highly impressed and scared out of my mind.
The further into the trail we got the more dark and sinister it seemed. We met many creepy characters along the way, murderous grave diggers, terrifying little girls wanting us to play (to which we all replied in unison, “NOOOOO!!!”), creepy killer clowns, and one horrifyingly scary dog man.
It wasn’t until we met our old friends from last year, the chainsaw wielding madmen, that sent us all into a terrifying tail spin. The sounds of chainsaws buzzing in my ears and the smell of gasoline will forever haunt me. As soon as I saw the bloody sheet hanging on the clothes line up ahead I knew what was about to come. My mom, with a death grip on to my aunt’s arm, started screaming, “MEGAN! MEGAN!! NOOO! NEVER AGAIN! NEVER AGAIN! MEGAN! WHERE ARE YOU! OH MY LORD! AHHHHHHHH!!!” Eventually we were all screaming and yelling and trying to find our way out of the bloody sheets and chainsaw nightmare! It seemed as if there were hundreds of them following us and chasing us through the woods! Finally, we found our freedom and could catch our breath for a moment.
Just when we thought it was over, a nearly 7-foot-tall Freddy Krueger appeared ahead of us. Literally straight from my nightmares. The faster we tried to get away from him, the more sinister he became, getting so close we could feel his breath on our necks. When we escaped that horror fest from the 80’s, we entered another terror filled scene with people in strait jackets and fearsome men trying to get us to join them in their creepy insane asylum. We all screamed as we pushed our way past them and we spilled out into the open where hundreds of people were waiting for their turn in the terror filled trail.
We all immediately busted up into hysterical laughter as we tried to catch our breath. We left the Trail of Terror once again with our hearts racing and some great memories were made.
If you aren’t the faint of heart and love to have a good scare, the Trail of Terror will not let you down! Excellent job to all of the actors and crew that make this frightful experience come to life!!
Don’t miss your chance to get your scare on! The Tail of Terror’s final weekend is October 27 & 28, open dusk to 11pm weather permitting. Tickets are $14 for regular admission or you can upgrade to VIP for $19, a portion of proceeds goes to the Dakota Dean Murphy scholarship fund.
The Trail of Terror is located at 7582 Crocker Rd. in Holton MI.
​You can visit their website at
www.trailofterrorholton.com