{"id":18719,"date":"2013-10-31T08:10:09","date_gmt":"2013-10-31T12:10:09","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/blogs.studentlife.utoronto.ca\/lifeatuoft\/?p=18719"},"modified":"2014-09-09T09:37:14","modified_gmt":"2014-09-09T13:37:14","slug":"who-needs-haunted-houses-weve-got-u-of-t-grades","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/blogs.studentlife.utoronto.ca\/lifeatuoft\/2013\/10\/31\/who-needs-haunted-houses-weve-got-u-of-t-grades\/","title":{"rendered":"Who Needs Haunted Houses? We\u2019ve Got U of T Grades"},"content":{"rendered":"When I was 15, I fought off a troll. It was charging at my legs, determined to drag me back into a dark cave where I would never see my family or friends again\u2026 So my legs and arms instinctively swung at its chest.\r\n\r\n
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Trolls are terrifying. Let's be real. (via giphy.com)<\/figcaption><\/figure>\r\n

Perhaps I should have mentioned that this was in a haunted house. And that the \u2018troll\u2019 was just a man with a terrifying mask. It was one of those haunted houses that you had to walk through; none of this \u201csit here in this cart that will bring you past all the scary things and safely to the exit\u201d. So I had been terrified for the last 10 minutes leading up to the troll battling as I was pushed through the endless halls by friends.<\/p>\r\n