A Few Memorable Moments From Halloween Night ... –
The weather was quite pleasant given the rain we'd had the day before and being that it was a Saturday AND the fact that one of the larger bars/entertainment complexes in town is about a block and a half up the street, we had our annual assortment of costumed patrons from the bar take our tour that evening. Groups that night ranged from as few as two people to as many as ten at a time, but we made it our customary point to give them their money's worth (and then some) ...
We were doing a simplified version of our usual entrance, where the groups were brought directly into the hallway where they'd come face-to-face with yours truly. I'm standing there in my funeral attire, a two-piece suit with a corsage, standing under a small black light (which I've been told makes my extremely blue eyes look like I'm wearing some sort of bizarre contacts). Behind me, accented by a small red light, is the ominous sliding door which takes our patrons to where the fun REALLY begins.
A young couple in their early 20's dressed as Pebbles and Bam-Bam were ushered in and once the exterior door slammed shut behind them, I began deliveriing my introduction. Despite my gentle coaxing to step forward, they stayed about a good ten feet away from me, listening intently to what I was saying. Now I've added a new bit to my intro this year, working in tandem with one of our new actors, who played the gibbering green-faced ghoul who terrorizes patrons in our first scene, the morgue's laundry room. He'd stand on the other side of the sliding door and listen for a vocal cue from me and at my cue, he'd proceed to growl, snarl and scratch at the door for a few seconds. As soon as he did this, Pebbles started crying her eyes out and kept repeating, "I can't do this!!!" Bam-Bam tried appealing to her sense of thrift by saying, "But we can't get our money back", to which Pebbles tearfully replied, "I'll GIVE you the twenty back, JUST GET ME OUT OF HERE!!" Yes ladies and gentlemen, you're now reading the words of the man who made Pebbles Flintstone cry on Halloween.
A larger group came through that evening and among them, a young woman dressed as Disney's Snow White. After delivering my spiel, I pressed the remote button that I carry behind my back and the sliding door opened and they began to oh-so-carefully make their way down the short interior hallway before entering the laundry room. Snow White made it to the end of the short hall, glanced into the laundry room with its clotheslines draped with bloody sheets and the mop bucket and mop caked with blood leaning against the wall, she turned around ran screaming in the opposite direction, past me, right back out the front door and according to our security at the front gate, nearly halfway down the block, screaming all the way! Take THAT Wicked Queen!! This evoked a great many shocked gasps from the people who were waiting in line in our courtyard. My only regret is that I didn't run to the door and shout after her, "Well, you're NOT getting the dwarves back!!"
Last edited by Warren Vanderdark; 11-14-2009 at 11:54 PM.
"We all go a little mad sometimes..."
- Norman Bates