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beehindblueeyes · 2 years
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Therapist: Haunted house finney isn’t real he can hurt you.
Haunted house finney:
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abbinurmel · 6 months
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I am working in a haunted house attraction right now, and I perform in the 'scary bog room' as a blind swamp hag cannibal character. If you've read Treasure Island, I'm basically 'Blind Pew', except more monstrous.
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This role is great cos much as I like horror I am kind of sensitive and I appreciate the room having mostly just watery gurgles, low creaks and groaning animals sound loops, which is my kind of normal background of choice soundtrack anyway, just turned up to 11. I dunno how I'd handle standing next to a puppet or a speaker that played 5 easily memorable lines of dialogue OVER and OVER again very loudly, surrounded by gore and unpleasant imagery, that must be very tiring for some. Having worked retail I know how aggravating just listening to the same 30-40 songs every store in America plays on repeat is teeth grinding, so having to hear the same shit on repeat every 2 MINUTES must be torture.
Reason I mention this is cos I have yet to really visit any of the many other room stages asides mine, as its a large labyrinthine place, and I've yet no reason to visit other parts of the attraction cos before showtime, the lights are off. But during operation hours, I get to *hear* everything going on in them from beyond. And one of the recorded loops I hear every now and then as I do my job, is this loud demonic voice shriek, that for the longest time I thought was just garbled nonsense word noise. But it was today after just hearing it replay in my mind once again for the millionth time, because I heard it by now THAT often, I realized it was saying:
"IT'S!!! A! BOYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!"
And for the life of me now I wanna know what the heck IS this thing.
Cos I don't know of any evil delivery nurses in our roster, and I feel about 70% certain we lack an evil hospital section (though it's certainly possible.)as I have yet to see any props or cast member wardrobes that seem themed to that sort of idea. So what da heck ARE YOU, mystery screamer prop???
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mossy-rot · 1 year
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been working a haunted house and now i really want a kny haunted house au. zenitsu being security and getting absolutely terrified by everything and the actors scaring him intentionally. inosuke getting a silly animal costume n mask and jumping all over the sets with noise makers. nezuko and tanjiro working ticket booths and concessions in cartoon creepy makeup. enmu being a mortician actor and using a bunch of lines related to sleep as people pass through his scene. giyuu being a puppet operator bc he was so low energy. rengoku chasing people through mazes with a chainsaw. mitsuri doing makeup and uzui doing costumes. i can't stop thinking about this au
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ekubli · 1 year
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Some mimics and haunted keys I did for fun, and some haunted keys I did for the Owl House prop designer test! I didn’t get the job! I hope this isn’t NDA anymore
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poettheythem · 6 months
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Stuff you say while working in a haunted house which prove how amazing it it
"Oh shit my bloods peeling"
"Hell yeah I got my first person to pee their pants"
"Please stop asking me to dab you up I am dying right now"
"Hey can you pass me the blood knife. No not that one, the blood one"
"ASSUME THE POSITION *Slumps dead on a table*"
"Yeah just go past the insane asylum, walk through the human meat shop, and you'll find the bathroom. Can't miss it"
"Did they shit their pants? Yeah they shit their pants"
"My favorite is when they think I'm dead. They never react well to finding out I'm real"
"Would they hurry up I am holding my breath over here. I need to make a convincing dead body"
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aidenwaites · 6 months
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If I were actually legitimately rich I WOULD in fact have different themes for my Halloween decor that I cycled through every year thank u
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pkmntrainertrix · 3 months
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New Years resolution: become more evil
-hari
YES YOU GET IT!!!!! I need to become more evil and scary and fucked up and strange and awful. I need to become. UNEMPLOYABLE
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Went to a horror movie exhibition today :D
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deadfordma · 5 months
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cyancherub · 1 year
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freeloader toji when you ask him to make halloween themed drinks
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GIGI IM FUCKING CRYIGNKFJG!!! freeloader toji asking u if ur gonna put out a bucket of candy for halloween but just bc he plans to eat it all when u arent looking
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ladyinsertnamehere · 1 year
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Roses and Thorns part 4
I know it’s no longer Halloween but it was already after Halloween when I thought of this idea and it’s a Halloween fic here you go
Fair warning: mentions of fake blood, dehumanizing use of the word ‘it’, Ardie used as a prop, Ardie is subsequently ignored by people who think he’s just an actor in makeup, typical Damion-is-an-asshole
And special thanks once again to @magziemakeswhatever . If you, too, wanna be tagged, feel free to ask
A knock at the door. Darius opened the door, a sweet smile on his face. He bent down to the eye level of the trick-or-treaters, delightedly commenting on their costumes.
“Look at you!” he cooed, “Aw, you’re the scariest vampire I’ve seen tonight!”
Beatrice slipped behind him to see if she could have a look at the little ones. Sure enough, there was a little vampire staring up at him, orange pumpkin bucket in hand. His lips were painted with fake blood, dripping down his chin for effect. She knew this because Darius told her after the first trick-or-treater, sensing her concern.
Beatrice, with her cat ear headband and her nose and cheeks painted to look like a cat face, squealed with delight. The kids looked so cute in their costumes; the vampire was flanked by a clown in a rainbow Afro and red nose, and a fairy princess dressed in a white puffy dress and carrying a plastic wand.
Darius held out the bowl full of candy he’d arranged by the door, picking up a handful to put in the vampire’s bucket. Beatrice did the same for the other children, wanting to help.
The fairy princess caught a glimpse of Ardal, most definitely not dressed up and instead curled up and sinking into the couch. She smiled and waved at him. In response, Ardal gave the most guttural growl he could muster, staring deep into her eyes. She giggled at his stone-cold expression and ‘scary’ growling, thanked Darius, and trotted off with the rest of her trio.
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Ardie thrashed around in its cage, shaking the bars. Every time a group would come by, the pet would beg for help. It would sob and scream from within the tiny metal cage, he’d try to get them to understand. And every time, the group commented on how realistic these haunted house decorations felt. They praised the pet’s acting skills, the makeup they used to paint the scars on its back, the way it was able to cry on command. Many sped right through. A few kicked Ardie’s cage to show their friends how “tough” they were.
In a quiet moment, Ardie had resigned himself to laying, curled up, at the bottom of the cage. The pet’s throat was sore and scratchy from yelling, though its ears perked up upon hearing footsteps come around the corner. To the pet’s dismay, the sound only belonged to the one who had imprisoned it here.
“Alright, Ardie?” Damion asked, almost teasingly. “How ya holdin’ up?”
“You’re a monster,” was the only thing Ardie’s shot voice could manage. Damion laughed, “Yeah, I know. Fitting, isn’t it? Kept in a cage…by a monster…on Halloween…”
“Fuck you.”
“Hey, listen, Tris’s been especially good tonight, so would it be okay for me to let her man the payments for the rest of the night?”
Ardie shot up, darting to its hands and knees. “WHAT?” the pet protested, “YOU CAN’T DO THAT!”
“I’ll take that as a yes,” Damion teased, turning on his heel and sauntering back down the hall. “Thanks, Ardie.”
Ardie became furious, rattling the bars of the cage once more. “YOU CAN’T LEAVE ME HERE, ASSHOLE! YOU CAN’T LEAVE ME HERE!! PLEASE! YOU CAN’T LEAVE ME, YOU CAN’T!”
The next batch of haunted house guests were greeted by the pet in the cage, screaming and sobbing once more.
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I love rewatching the haunting of hill house because every time i find more hidden ghosts
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theheadlessgroom · 1 year
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@beatingheart-bride
Randall smiled as he set aside his quill once he heard Emily coming, once again making sure the ink was dry before closing his libretto and moving to the lounge chair, where on the coffee table in front of it sat a pot of fresh tea and some little macaroons-his way of expressing his delight at how rehearsals were going so far.
Rehearsals were going far smoother than they ever had with La Constance around: It seemed like they dragged on forever with her, as she constantly threw fits about anything and everything she could possibly think of-her costume, the libretto, any noise her castmates made when she was practicing, the way the orchestra sounded, the stagehands working around her, and more. She was as unpredictable as the weather, and it made rehearsals a dreadful experience for everyone-even though Randall tried to curb her attitude in his own way, it still didn’t save everyone completely from her wrath, much to his disappointment.
But with Emily? It was a breeze: She arrived on time, didn’t make a fuss, got along well with those around her, and perhaps most importantly, gave it her all as she practiced. La Constance often arrived when she felt like it, hated to be rushed, and put very little enthusiasm into her performance, clearly showing she was not here because she loved her craft, but because she loved the money it made her instead.
But he wasn’t about to dedicate any time thinking about La Constance when he had much more important matters on his mind; namely, greeting Emily with a smile and proclaiming, “Brava, brava, bravissima!” She was quickly getting the hang of the role of the Countess, and doing a beautiful job to boot, giving an easily-superficial character a touch of depth, as she yearns for fun and excitement and love, and not the staid life she had now.
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real-life-cloud · 1 year
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please look at this Huge Fucking Guy I won at an amusement park basketball minigame . He is taller than me
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sutcliffe-v · 1 year
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White Room Affiliate: “What is the difference between our researchers, and the man you’re currently staying with?”
Virek: “His home has colour.”
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karmivibes · 1 year
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I miss Halloween already!!! I miss being spooky :(( now we have to get ready for the holidays! Bleh!
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