The other side of scary.

Hundreds of people, waiting in anticipation. They enter, hear the tragic tale, and cautiously creep into our room. My stark white face is in great contrast to my black eyes and lips, and my partner is devilishly rag-doll like, her lashes defined and her moves lithe and slow. All types of people—the drunkards, the screamers and criers, the desensitized ones—shuffle past us, our eyes boring into their skulls. After they exit, our masks fall. We become normal girls playing dress-up, and flop on the antique couch.

So...'cause you're wondering, yes, I did write that.

Last Saturday, I got the chance (I get a lot of chances, don't I?) to work at the Haunted Mansion and Asylum 13 in the Bolingbrook Sports Dome in (what a surprise) Bolingbrook, IL. Driving a long time pays off—three words, though: HOTTEST. NIGHT. EVER.

The dome is basically a decapitated Pillsbury Doughboy laying on his back, with no limbs. It's big, white, and totally hollow on the inside (XD). Anyway, I was in the Parlor (the room right after the Foyer, AKA the creepy living room with the ghost and the doll. I was the ghost.), and scared the pants off of 30- 40- and 20-year-olds...even guys. The guys were the worst: there was one that went through the whole house, yelling "AAAAY, AAAAY," and dancing (he got kicked out). The house doesn't have a ceiling, so you could hear it everywhere. At the end, we were exhausted, and, well, started howling.

On the other hand, I had my makeup airbrushed on. It hurt! Plus, I flinched every time, so one of my guy friends kept laughing at me. And, to add on to the hotness of the dome (12 people had to be treated by EMTs due to overheating and dehydration), I had to wear a long, velvet, heavy dress, because that's what my character would wear. Oh nooooooo, I couldn't have been in the asylum part of the house, and only wear scrubs over my t-shirt and jeans, I had to change into a completely different outfit, and wear a dress over it! Thaaaanks.

Wow. This was longer than I thought. Anyway: SHOUT OUT TO DR. SPLIT-NECK AND HIS COOL FRIENDS...YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE! If by any chance you read this post, comment below. I need to ask you something.


-C
(Sadly, I don't have any pics of me in my costume and makeup... :( )