The Haunted Woods!
Oct. 29th, 2004 02:24 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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gyr_falre's party.
The good news is that I had a nice time tonight.
Cat (a furry vampiric business major) dragged me to the Haunted Forest, which is a haunted nature walk in a Mt. Pleasant preserve. We were the Haunted Cemetary group, and I honestly thought that we were actually the scariest station. (We didn't win, though. Some clowns did. Paradox here: Clowns are scary, but Scary Clowns are not scary. Discuss.)
It was a good day and place for it. The air was crisp and smelled of leaves, the sky was cloudy and foreboding, and the trees were just losing the last of their leaves. The branches scratched the sky like hands.
We hung around setting up gravestones and smearing on makeup. I thought about being a graverobber, but then I found a witch hat and a cape and put some green on my face. Since I was wearing blue jeans, which aren't intrinsically scary, I tied a tattered black shawl around my waist. It looked good.
I hid behind a gravestone and cackled at people for a while. The problem was that someone was already hiding behind my gravestone, so I had to squat out in the open when what I really wanted to do was jump out suddenly. I tried "I'll get you my pretty", which made a very small baby cry and a bunch of kids yell "Go back to Oz!" and "It worked on Dorothy." So I tried reciting the witches' speech from "MacBeth", which only worked on a couple of college kids who probably just didn't like English that much.
The witchy thing wasn't working. I know I'm a convincing Agnes/Perdita, but going "Um" and singing opera at people isn't scary.
I took a turn in the coffin for a while. One of the girls was doing a Gatekeeper station. She would recite a spiel in a Scottish accent about the dead not staying dead. Then I'd slowly rise up and make a wonderful "Graaaa-aaa-aaah" sound, and say, "You dare to disturb the slumber of the dead? I will eat your BRAINS." After a while, I started adding, "What there is of them."
The kids that came through were horrible, they really were. They'd yell things like "I can see you BREATHING!" and "Look, she's going to pop out of the coffin now and scare us, right." There was one small girl that yelled, "If you touch me I can send you to JAIL." The volunteers aren't allowed to touch the participants, no matter what, and she was walking five feet away from me.
I used to be one of those who'd scoff at scary actors in haunted houses, but I will no longer. Even if the house is lame as lame can be, I swear to scream and gasp appreciatively. Why do people do that, anyway? They pay good money to come and be scared, then act like idiots. Are they trying to impress people (or themselves) with how brave they are? Is that it?
It got worse. One of the girls playing a corpse got kicked in the head by some old guy who told her to "Wake the fuck up." We had to call security.
The bright spot during my stay in coffin was when somebody brought me hot chocolate. It could not have revived me more if it had been mysterious glowing green liquid.
I did that for about an hour, then went off to scare people on the trail. We had a styrafoam dummy head which had the eyes gouged out and blood all over it, and I stood in the woods and waved it at people. Apparently it was not creepy enough, because in the first group that came by, somebody actually snatched it out of my hands and threw it at me. Threw it at me.
So I went and got some more hot chocolate and went back into the woods with Cat. We stood at the end of the trail. Cat was dressed in her KISS makeup and had a whip; she would run alongside the people snapping her whip, and while they were looking at her, I'd jump out from behind a tree on the other side and go "BLAAAAAAARGRAAAAAH", or something like that. I got a few people to scream and felt very proud of myself. I still got a few assholes who yelled, "Hey, I see a girl behind the tree! She's going to pop out and scare us!"
Of course it began to rain. And we got soaked, and my makeup started to run (I don't know how Cat's stayed on).
I even got a T-shirt.
gyr_falre's party. The good news is that I had a nice time tonight.
Cat (a furry vampiric business major) dragged me to the Haunted Forest, which is a haunted nature walk in a Mt. Pleasant preserve. We were the Haunted Cemetary group, and I honestly thought that we were actually the scariest station. (We didn't win, though. Some clowns did. Paradox here: Clowns are scary, but Scary Clowns are not scary. Discuss.)
It was a good day and place for it. The air was crisp and smelled of leaves, the sky was cloudy and foreboding, and the trees were just losing the last of their leaves. The branches scratched the sky like hands.
We hung around setting up gravestones and smearing on makeup. I thought about being a graverobber, but then I found a witch hat and a cape and put some green on my face. Since I was wearing blue jeans, which aren't intrinsically scary, I tied a tattered black shawl around my waist. It looked good.
I hid behind a gravestone and cackled at people for a while. The problem was that someone was already hiding behind my gravestone, so I had to squat out in the open when what I really wanted to do was jump out suddenly. I tried "I'll get you my pretty", which made a very small baby cry and a bunch of kids yell "Go back to Oz!" and "It worked on Dorothy." So I tried reciting the witches' speech from "MacBeth", which only worked on a couple of college kids who probably just didn't like English that much.
The witchy thing wasn't working. I know I'm a convincing Agnes/Perdita, but going "Um" and singing opera at people isn't scary.
I took a turn in the coffin for a while. One of the girls was doing a Gatekeeper station. She would recite a spiel in a Scottish accent about the dead not staying dead. Then I'd slowly rise up and make a wonderful "Graaaa-aaa-aaah" sound, and say, "You dare to disturb the slumber of the dead? I will eat your BRAINS." After a while, I started adding, "What there is of them."
The kids that came through were horrible, they really were. They'd yell things like "I can see you BREATHING!" and "Look, she's going to pop out of the coffin now and scare us, right." There was one small girl that yelled, "If you touch me I can send you to JAIL." The volunteers aren't allowed to touch the participants, no matter what, and she was walking five feet away from me.
I used to be one of those who'd scoff at scary actors in haunted houses, but I will no longer. Even if the house is lame as lame can be, I swear to scream and gasp appreciatively. Why do people do that, anyway? They pay good money to come and be scared, then act like idiots. Are they trying to impress people (or themselves) with how brave they are? Is that it?
It got worse. One of the girls playing a corpse got kicked in the head by some old guy who told her to "Wake the fuck up." We had to call security.
The bright spot during my stay in coffin was when somebody brought me hot chocolate. It could not have revived me more if it had been mysterious glowing green liquid.
I did that for about an hour, then went off to scare people on the trail. We had a styrafoam dummy head which had the eyes gouged out and blood all over it, and I stood in the woods and waved it at people. Apparently it was not creepy enough, because in the first group that came by, somebody actually snatched it out of my hands and threw it at me. Threw it at me.
So I went and got some more hot chocolate and went back into the woods with Cat. We stood at the end of the trail. Cat was dressed in her KISS makeup and had a whip; she would run alongside the people snapping her whip, and while they were looking at her, I'd jump out from behind a tree on the other side and go "BLAAAAAAARGRAAAAAH", or something like that. I got a few people to scream and felt very proud of myself. I still got a few assholes who yelled, "Hey, I see a girl behind the tree! She's going to pop out and scare us!"
Of course it began to rain. And we got soaked, and my makeup started to run (I don't know how Cat's stayed on).
I even got a T-shirt.
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Date: 2004-10-29 06:06 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2004-10-29 08:34 pm (UTC)Heheheheh, still, sounds like you had fun.