There’s an amusement park where I grew up, Six Flags Over Texas, that every October used to let groups fundraise by volunteering to work 3 hour shifts in one of their temporary haunted houses. The volunteers would raise money for their group, and then be allowed in the park for free. Both my high school student council and Boy Scout troo…
There’s an amusement park where I grew up, Six Flags Over Texas, that every October used to let groups fundraise by volunteering to work 3 hour shifts in one of their temporary haunted houses. The volunteers would raise money for their group, and then be allowed in the park for free. Both my high school student council and Boy Scout troop took advantage of this opportunity. There would be multiple spooky scenes park goers would walk through. We’d be dressed similar to the dummies in the style of whatever theme the house was that year (clowns, aliens, etc.) Our job would be to jump and scream. Usually, the toughest one of the group screamed the loudest, ran to the back. But yeah, occasionally, someone would take a terrified swing at you before the laughing relieved realization it was all fake. I never got hit, there was a line we weren’t supposed to cross that protected us.
My father, however, loved volunteering to scare people. Almost every night in October he would go. He told me about secret passages that if someone screamed a lot early on in the house, he would creep to the end to scare them again. Or sometimes get close behind them and whisper, “don’t turn around.” I wouldn’t be surprised if he had to dodge a few fists
A group of us teenagers decided to go on a search for demons. On the 27th day of Ramadan. During this day, the myth goes that all demons are locked in hell. Off we go, in the middle of the night, weaponized with knives and holy books. We found an unmarked grave in the middle of nowhere. We ran all the way back home... it even sobered some of us who were high on weed. Looking back, was it haunted? Or was it a grave of someone murdered? An honor killing? Especially when at the way home, two adult men holding sickles chased and caught us, then questioned what we're doing there. At that moment, I knew ghosts aren't a real threat but, humans are.
Wil, for my “bachelorette party,” my sister and I went to Cedar Point during Halloweekends. They had this scare area you had to go through to get to the rides we wanted. You had to buy a pass if you didn’t want to be jumped at. Of course we didn’t buy the pass, and go figure, my sister couldn’t stop making eye contact with the scarers and we were screaming every other step! Haha it was hilarious. I’m smacking her arm like stop looking at them!! And she’s like, I can’t help it!!!!!!! Ahhhh…we ran.
Also, I am the girl at the haunted house who will push down children if they are in my path to escape from a man with a chainsaw!! True story. Can’t handle it. Never could. Was climbing my dad at the haunted house when I was a kid and that chainsaw man came out. My legs just go when they hear one still to this day.
There’s an amusement park where I grew up, Six Flags Over Texas, that every October used to let groups fundraise by volunteering to work 3 hour shifts in one of their temporary haunted houses. The volunteers would raise money for their group, and then be allowed in the park for free. Both my high school student council and Boy Scout troop took advantage of this opportunity. There would be multiple spooky scenes park goers would walk through. We’d be dressed similar to the dummies in the style of whatever theme the house was that year (clowns, aliens, etc.) Our job would be to jump and scream. Usually, the toughest one of the group screamed the loudest, ran to the back. But yeah, occasionally, someone would take a terrified swing at you before the laughing relieved realization it was all fake. I never got hit, there was a line we weren’t supposed to cross that protected us.
My father, however, loved volunteering to scare people. Almost every night in October he would go. He told me about secret passages that if someone screamed a lot early on in the house, he would creep to the end to scare them again. Or sometimes get close behind them and whisper, “don’t turn around.” I wouldn’t be surprised if he had to dodge a few fists
The only haunted place story I have.
A group of us teenagers decided to go on a search for demons. On the 27th day of Ramadan. During this day, the myth goes that all demons are locked in hell. Off we go, in the middle of the night, weaponized with knives and holy books. We found an unmarked grave in the middle of nowhere. We ran all the way back home... it even sobered some of us who were high on weed. Looking back, was it haunted? Or was it a grave of someone murdered? An honor killing? Especially when at the way home, two adult men holding sickles chased and caught us, then questioned what we're doing there. At that moment, I knew ghosts aren't a real threat but, humans are.
This sounds like an excellent story!! Unpack it!
It’s universal! Idiot kids go searching for something which they know would be better to avoid! I wrote my (also true) version of that story this past Halloween: https://wildalton.substack.com/p/the-halloween-memories-i-didnt-share
You think so! Knowing right now, I would just butcher it with the 2 cents worth writing skills I have.. I'll do it anyway.
Wil, for my “bachelorette party,” my sister and I went to Cedar Point during Halloweekends. They had this scare area you had to go through to get to the rides we wanted. You had to buy a pass if you didn’t want to be jumped at. Of course we didn’t buy the pass, and go figure, my sister couldn’t stop making eye contact with the scarers and we were screaming every other step! Haha it was hilarious. I’m smacking her arm like stop looking at them!! And she’s like, I can’t help it!!!!!!! Ahhhh…we ran.
Also, I am the girl at the haunted house who will push down children if they are in my path to escape from a man with a chainsaw!! True story. Can’t handle it. Never could. Was climbing my dad at the haunted house when I was a kid and that chainsaw man came out. My legs just go when they hear one still to this day.
Those kids should have been faster! That maniac behind y’all had a chainsaw!