I like haunted houses in theory BUT I have no idea how to react when the actors speak to you. They ask me a question and I just… answer it…
The scariest part of a haunted house is the unscripted social interaction.
Scary nurse in a creepy voice: “Do you have an appointment to see the doctor?”
Me: “Uh. Do you accept walk-ins?”
Scary farmer: “I like to kill people!”
My friend, brightly: “I like to die!”
Zombie : “AARRRGH”
Me : “Do you get dental insurance?”
Zombie : “TEETH!!”
This happened to me.
Scary prison dude: HELLO
Me: Nice to meet you!
Him: (pause) No it’s noooooot
My worst horror house experience was when I couldn’t find the (rather obvious) exit and the guy chasing me with a chainsaw stopped, sighed and pointed me to the exit, saying “please scream as loud as you can when you run out there” and just left. I disappointed the horror house chainsaw dude and I will never get over that
Guy: They are all my friends.. (motioning to hanging corpses; then grabs a noose) Will you be my friend? Me: Sure totally, you made me a friendship necklace? Oh my god your so sweet? Guy: … Yes.. Please, let me.. I cant I cant just go (laughing). – Got to walk a second time through– Same guy: My friends -wailing- Me: I came back I just really wanted to be friends so bad Guy: (laughing more) Please, Im not allowed to laugh.
I went to a Haunted House and literally befriended every actor there.
Specifically, I remember;
There were zombies walking around in the waiting room. I said “Hi!” and he gave me a high five. Every time he passed from then on, I got a high five.
Near the end, there were these twin little girls. “Come play with us.” They said. “Okay!” I said. “Forever.” They said. “Oh, sorry, can’t do that. I’m busy.”
I could hear them giggling.
Guy playing Freddie Kruger: Remember, you are all my children!
Me: thanks dad
A small chorus of teenagers: thanks dad
I went to a haunted corn maze once. Someone ran at me with a chainsaw. I just stared at him. He hung his head and walked away. I left.
The Real Horror Is The People We Dissapointed Along The Way
IM CRYING
My friends and I were in a really dark part of a haunted house and couldn’t find the exit, so the guy who had just jumped out at us had to say “to your left” in his same scary voice he’d used to scream and we were like “thanks!”
And then after a few moments of patting blindly at the wall he says again in the same ominous voice “your other left”
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I went to a series of haunted houses for the first time with my fiancé on Friday and he’d never seen my reaction to them - Sheer Delight
He thought I was taunting the scarers by being so happy and chipper
We don’t have haunted houses here but one time in like 3rd or 4th grade my class went on a trip to walk through the Sterkfontein caves. Our tour guide, because this is Africa, is obviously black. If you’ve never been in a tourist cave before, they have lighting here and there but are generally pretty dark even in the heavily trafficked areas.
At one point our guide went ahead a few paces and around a corner. We hurried to keep up with him only to turn the corner and not see him. This small section of the trail wasn’t lit as well, so he had gone to stand between two columns and blended in with the darkness pretty well so you only really saw his eyes passing the corner quickly.
As soon as we came into view he growled at us.
Queue at least 14 ten year olds shrieking at full volume in a very acoustic cave.
I was in a haunted house with a big group of friends and a gravedigger grabbed me and dragged me over to a collection of graves hanging on a wall.
Gravedigger (while holding me close to her in a screaming creepy voice): You’re veryyy pretty
She grabbed my face and scraped her nails down my cheek
Me (flattered): Awww thank you!
Gravedigger: …I’ll save the prettiest grave for you!
She then shoved me back into my group and chased us out of her area with the rest of the actors























