A few years ago Rob did some work for a customer who transforms the entire exterior of his house into a haunted showcase every Halloween. The set up is an impressive array of motion-activated monsters combined with horrific vignettes and live actors. There is so much thought and detail put into the entire affair that you can really feel how much passion he has for this “hobby” and how much he enjoys putting the whole thing together every year.
Hayden has totally inherited my fear gene. He does not like anything creepy/spooky/startling/alarming/gory or even a little bit scary. I am not kidding – if you stand behind a doorway and then jump out to scare me, you will be in jeopardy of being punched, and it is certain that I will be incredibly angry at you for at least 12 hours. Even though we check this house out every year, Hayden has yet to ever leave the car. Of course, I have to get out and put on a brave face for the sake of my other kids, all of whom are incredibly delighted by having the bejeezus scared out of them.
Even though the display is generally the same each year, I am still totally creeped out and am STILL caught off guard when I trip a sensor and something jumps up or flies down or starts to moan. I wasn’t on the property for more than two seconds before I set something off and ended up screaming into Larissa’s ear.
Kellan and Eliza ran deep into the heart of this freak show like they were kids going into Willy Wonka’s chocolate factory. I have no clue how they ended up so brave, but it makes me just a little bit jealous. The home owner is generally dressed up in costume, but being that it was a Wednesday night, there was a much thinner crowd and he was just walking around visiting with everyone. He and Rob were chatting it up and when I turned around to see where the kids had run off to, I discovered that there was a maniac clown standing right over my shoulder. This guy wears this get-up and silently works the crowd every year, and every year I get suckered. Not just once, but at least a dozen times while we’re there. He freaks. me. out. Last night was no exception. He got me to scream, even when he wasn’t near me. If anyone ever made me go into an enclosed haunted house, I would probably die of fear right on the spot.
Anyway, I wish I could adequately do justice to this place. The guy is scary talented. His wife must be a saint and his neighbors must all be very tolerant. You can check out his web site here.
When you sit in this electric chair, it starts to vibrate and light up – just like the real thing (minus the juice, of course!)
Kellan and Eliza were laughing the entire time. I have the fakest smile on my face because I was convinced that the clown was going to come up behind me at any second.
My horrible iPhone camera strikes again. Just picture all of these creepers screaming about wanting your brains and crawling towards you on invisible wires. (((shudder)))
I have to admit – this Marilyn Manson-looking gargoyle was pretty cool. It was a new addition to the place this year. When you trip the switch, it comes flying up over you and the strobe lights make him appear truly alive…or un-dead…or whatever. It’s pretty legit. We might have set him off a few dozen times.
Now this is more my speed. Batman mask from McDonalds, Boo!