I move around alot and last year I was acting like one of my dummies tied to the"PERGOLA" a group of teen age girls were looking at me.they kept asking me if I was real,some said I was fake.One said"I'M GOING TO KICK HIM IN THE BALLS AND WE WILL SEE"Thats when I lunged at them,I think they are still running.
One of my non-Halloween scares was when I worked as a restoration Ecologist in Illinois. Our small crew was clearing fallen trees from a trail in a 1000 acre woodland. For some reason, that whole year we had been talking about a local who always asked my co-worker if he had seen sasquatch yet. The guy really believed it was just a matter of time for our crew. Anyway, my coworker was talking about it again one day and we were all laughing about it.
Later on, while working alone, I saw two crew members, through the trees. They were doubling back to get more gas and oil for our chainsaws. It was November and I was bundled up so I looked pretty big (6'2" tall as well). I put my hood up and waited fifteen minutes for them to get back to the huge White Oak where I was hiding. When they had just past my tree, I jumped out in a dead sprinting bear crawl snorting and gasping. Those big bad lumberjacks screamed like little babies and ran like turkeys. I probably didn't get them as well as I could have since I began laughing at myself as soon as I started snorting.
When we all got done laughing, they all confirmed that they thought I was either a wild bore or Sasquatch. Funny because wild bores aren't found in that part of Illinois and Sasquatch, well, that depends on who you're talking to :-)
Last night at the Ravens Grin Inn in Mount Carrol, Illinois in one of the groups here last night was a young man named "Bob".
I HAVE NEVER SEEN ANYONE REACT TO A SCARE OR A STARTLE AS BOB DID HERE LAST NIGHT!! (And I have been open for business every night for almost 20 years now!)
Yet he and friends kept on keeping on and laughing about his severe twitching screams and yells and running around inside a room.
He may even return and actually work here for us!
Last weekend I got pretty giddy, laughing so much, so often.
At the night's start it was a front room routine about the supernatural in this house. By the end of the night it was me showing off my ESP talent of "knowing" who was about to pass gas in the room.
Of course this had been inspired by some blatant producers of said product and them bragging about it.
We have the sofa cushions covered with plastic garbage bags for this reason.
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1. Working for several big haunts in KY, I have seen a lot of people do really stupid stuff when they are scared. Some people just scream and then laugh. Some people cower and scream. Some people piss themselves (yes this is very funny). But the funniest are the people who think that they know whats going on, decide they aren't going to be scared by it, and then end up running for their lives, screaming their heads off. A good example of this was when I worked an outdoor haunt out in the woods. I worked along with a friend in a 2 character skit area where we usually worked together to get the best scare out of our victims. Well, this night was no exception. About midway through the night, we had a group of about 5 or 6 people come through, mostly made up of girls (probably teens-20's) and 1 guy. The guy was a big burly black guy, who so far, seemed like he had not been phased through the haunt. We could tell this as he came into our area because all of the girls were trying to keep in a tight pack around him. Well, after my friend got the initial shock scare and scattered the girls, this guy was turned to face my friend, laughing, and backing up on down the path towards me. What he didn't know is that I was crouched low on the ground waiting for him. Needless to say, as he backed up right to where I was (still laughing), all I had to do was make a quick sweeping motion with my hands towards his ankles, slip out in front of him and start going into primal hysterics, making all kinds of weird animal noises and grunting at him. Well, at this point, I got to see the smile immediately fade from his face, which was replaced with a sickened look of terror. I only saw this for a split second, because the next thing I knew, he had turned away from me and was running off the path, not watching where he was going....WHAM!....right into a tree....knocked the sorry SOB out cold...after my friend and I stopped laughing, we went over and checked on the guy (i know, good priorities right?), who already had a big bruised knot forming on his forehead...to make the rest of this short, we had the owner and a paramedic come check the guy out who came to the conclusion that he had merely knocked himself out when he hit the tree (paramedic also whispered he could have fainted), but other than that he was fine....lmao...did I mention he about flipped out again when he woke up and saw me staring down at him....haha...made my night for sure.
2. Not really a halloween scare, but a good one none the less...I actually don't wait for halloween to come around before I start scaring people...it's just kind of a hobby of mine...I guess more like an addiction, you can ask my wife (who, coincidentally, this story is actually about). Now I should mention, my wife is not the type of person who scares very easily. She is not afraid of horror movies, psychos, or monsters. It takes a really good effort to get her to jump. Well, I stumbled upon just such a chance one night. The last story was kind of long so I will try to make this one a bit shorter...
I told my wife I was going out to the store to grab some more beer, I'd be back in a few. Well, we live just a few blocks from the store. I had that sudden urge and epiphany that I might try to pull off a scare tonight. I got in my car, drove to the store, got my beer, and took a while to read through a magazine (figured I would delay my return, make her worry a bit). Well, when I got back, all the lights were out in the house....I thought, "Perfect!". When I got out of the car (I left my beer), I made sure to shut the door really loud so that if she was in the bed, she would hear it, but instead of going in, I crept around and hid behind the garage. According to plan, after I didn't come into the house, my wife came to the door, turned on the outside light, and peered around for me, seeing my car in the driveway. When she couldn't see me, she came outside and walked all the way around the house, the car, and the garage looking for me (she knows me all to well). When she went around the house I slipped in the house and went to setup my diversion. I could only guess what she was thinking looking for me outside....lol...anyways, I pulled down the ladder-stairs for my attic, grabbed my cat, crept up very quickly, and put the cat down and tossed her mouse behind her (shes very playful)....then proceeded to a nice hiding place behind our couch. When my wife came back into the completely dark house, she locked the doors, turned on all the lights and proceeded to search every nook and cranny looking for me,..for some reason she didnt check the attic, I guess she didnt think I could get up there without her hearing me...when she couldn't find me, she turned out the lights and went and got back in the bed. Well, according to plan, the cat started making all kinds of thumping noise up in the attic, to which my wife got out of bed, turned on the lights, pulled down the stiars and started cursing at me to get my ass down there, get to bed, and quit trying to scare her....at this point, the cat didn't like her cursing at her I guess, because she made 1 big leap and cleared my wifes head coming down the stairs, which about that time I crept up behind her and had grabbed her around the ankles...she took a leaf out of the cats book and in no more than 1 big jump and a couple stairs, she had made it up into the attic and had pulled the ladder-stairs up behind her...It took me about 20 minutes of persuading (and trying to control my laughter) to get her to come down, at which point I was called an ass and told to sleep on the couch.....ahhh, it was worth it though....hahahaha
We had in our yard a big smoker/grill set up with dry ice to make it look like we were cooking something. My husband had a mask on and a butchers apron sprayed with fake blood. We had a group of teenagers (we always save the scarier stuff for the older crowds) coming towards us to "trick or treat" and my hubby yelled, "Awww, fresh meat for my grill" picked up a chainsaw that was hidden at his feet and started it up. The biggest, and probably oldest, teenager turned tail and went running down the street screaming "Dude's got a chainsaw, Dude's got a chain saw!" His friends turned and joined him running away while we had a huge laugh.
A couple of years ago, on halloween night we had a car pull up outside the haunt. A young gentleman and his lady companion got out and came in. I bade them good evening and the gentleman explained that they had driven past, seen the queue of TOT's, the flashing lights and some of the props and had decided to turn around and driven back for a closer look.
I thanked them for their interest and we got into quite a conversation while they watched the TOT's and took a closer look at the props.
Unknown to anybody (me included), one of my scare actors who plays "Funnyballs the Psycho clown" had watched all this transpire and sneaked out the front and secreted himself in the back of their car.
Conversation done, the young couple thanked me , I wished them a good night and a Happy Halloween and they returned to their car.
The screams were horrible.
To this day, I am convinced that young lady somehow went through the door before she opened it. As for the young man, well.. he had spectacles on when he got into the car. He wasn't wearing them when he scrambled across the road on all fours...
I was as bewildered as anyone, as I had no idea that Funnyballs had gotten loose.
They were so badly shaken that I had to apologise most profusely and we had to bring them inside the house for Mrs Samedi to make them a strong cup of sweet tea.
Luckily, they saw the funny side after getting over the initial shock, and now they come by every Halloween night for a look and to say hello.
Nowadays though, they make sure the car doors are locked.
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"Celebrating half a century of having fun with the emotionally frail".
When I was ten I played dummy on the porch in a ghost outfit. I scared one kid so bad he ran away. I got these girly real nice and they screamed and jumped ten feet in the air.
I blame my mother and this incident for my love of Halloween.
When i was just barely a teenager my mother dressed as the grim reaper (no skin showing so she looked fake) and stood behind the cauldron holding the candy (that year it was full size boxes of crackerjacks). A parent walks up with two children... one male roughly age ten and one female roughly age six. On approach the older male child hesitates and encourages his little sister to go up first. He taunts her and insults her bravery in an attempt to cover his own fear. She decides despite her fear to walk up to the cauldron head held high. My mother bends down and complements her on her bravery and gives her two boxes of candy. The brother feeling smarmy and wanting his share scurries up as his sister walks away. He reaches forcefully into the cauldron to grab his reward and my mother opens her cape and surrounds the boy with it. A scream comparable to that of a teenager in a horror film bellows from under the cape. The boy panics and desperately seeks a way out. His sisters eyes light up with great satisfaction. Her bravery was rewarded and his bulling was punished. He manages to break free and runs screaming to his parent. (the parent, of coarse, was trying to hide their laughter)
It was wonderful. My mother has been a teacher for 30 years and I think she delights in Halloween because she can finally seek revenge anonymously.
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Alright, it happened on halloween. Our last room this year was a twisting hallway with a strobe and compressed air. These two girls came up in poodle skirts, one chickened out, and the other went in. I hid next to the strobe and right after the air. She was screaming. The air went off, I came out, and she ran.
Two guys came through our haunt this year, obviously more than a lttle inebriated.
as they passed the old dead tree, my "little girl" zombie appeared from behind it and gave an ear piercing shriek.
Picture below shows the aftermath of attempted escape route by aforementioned surprised and disorientated gentleman.....
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"Celebrating half a century of having fun with the emotionally frail".
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