I worked the last couple years volunteering at a haunted barn. Last year I was a nurse in charge of the insane asylum room. I wore scrubs and had my hair in weird pigtails. Lots of white makeup with dark circles under my eyes. I stood right where people walked in and I just stood still, no blinking, no head turning. I’d just follow them with my eyes. Many people thought I was one of the animatronic. While people were focused on me trying to figure out if I was real or not, another guy would jump out of the coffin in a straight jacket and scare the crap out of people. One night he scared a girl so bad she fell in the coffin with him and had her crotch in his face. He couldn’t get her out because he was in a straight jacket so I had to go help lift her out, but I was laughing so hard it took longer than it should have. One of the other nights a group of guys came through and assumed I was animatronic and he grabbed my boob. I just asked him if he was into fucking dead people. He felt so bad when he figured out I was real. It scared the shit out of him, though. – eternaladdictions
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We had a community haunted house when my oldest kids were little. Well, I had the bright idea that I worked out with my son. I was in a crazy clown mask and I’d jump out and grab him and haul him away screaming into the dark garage. My son was wearing batman so he could easily blend into any group. Well, the group comes by, I grab him, he screams like a little girl and I’m thinking “wow, you’re doing a good job”. Turns out wasn’t my kid. He was in the next batch… – simianpunishment
