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Is there any particular way to get started with being a scare actor?

Easiest way to start is just by doing it. Nothing will truly be scare acting until you're scare acting. Don't worry though, we all start out this way.

Whether it be your local amusement park, haunted house, or just a community-ran scary forest. I started out in a haunted GARAGE. So there is really no wrong way to go here as long as it's safe. You can usually find applications to scare either online or within local communities.

And if you want some extra advice...

After you find your haunt, I'd recommend learning everything you can about it. What auditions are like (which is usually improv and it's super awkward but so WORTH IT) and what rules they have in place there. Most haunts tend to have similar rules such as:

1. Not getting too close to guests (try to not get within arm's length as to prevent them from swinging at you). As well as avoid guests who look angry as a whole. Eventually you'll get what I call Scare Actor Senses. You can take a quick look at a group and know if they'd be a good scare or if they could be a danger to your haunt. Always trust that sense.

2. And SCARE FORWARD! Which means don't scare directly in front of people. It might sound silly to get into a traffic jam of people and monsters in a haunted house, but it can be very dangerous as well. Scaring from behind and to the side to get the guests running out in the correct direction is always the better call.

After you've auditioned, met your haunt team and are nearing opening night, ITS TIME TO PANIC!!!! But wait! Don't worry because you've been PREPARING for this!!

1. Drink LOTS of water throughout the week before opening night (I like to do stretches throughout the week as well but as long as you stretch before a night of scaring, you should be good) don't forget to bring water with you to your haunt as well!

2. Write down line and character ideas!! It's no fun if you're just grunting at people all night. Who IS your monster?! What's your name, back story, and goal? Are you a crazy townsperson baking people into pies? Or a creepy clown possessed by their former performance partner? It doesn't need to be a novel, but these ideas can help shape your interactions and make you more memorable. Think about your costume and prop. Who would use and wear those?

3. Take a deep breath. You've got this. Performance anxiety is the worst, but realize that a haunt is a mini community, too. Once you're in, people have your back. Guests will do things you're NOT expecting, which is why it's always good to be near your fellow monsters.

The biggest thing to remember is to pace yourself and HAVE FUN!!! Some nights can be crazy but the good 100% outweighs the bad. Haunt season is here! Meaning there's no better time to start than now!

I wish you good luck and if you do become a scare actor...

Welcome to the freakshow.

Fic idea where Will buys a sketchy house for unbelievably cheap, only to regret buying it because the house is haunted by a malevolent spirit (Hannibal) that wants him to please stop messing up his beautiful home with his blasphemous modern technology (also please stop tearing out the floorboards because you're going to find my medieval torture chamber and I will have to get rid of you no matter how attractive you are)

Grimmtober Day 2: Haunted House 👻

I used one of those funny haunted house draw the squad photos as a reference!

Dale Bailey, American Nightmares: The Haunted House Formula in American Popular Fiction

BNHA Rarepair Horror Fest #3!

This event was organized by: @bnhararepairhub

Rarepair: Setsuna Tokage x Katsuki Bakugou (SetsuBaku/Setsugou)

Prompt/Title: Haunted house

“I’m scared.”

“No you’re not.”

“Yes I am!” Tokage hugged her boyfriend for comfort, “Katsukiiiiii!” She whined.

Bakugou rolled his eyes. He didn’t have time for this. “Get off,” he commanded, trying to shake her off. Tokage didn’t budge. It was annoying to have a girlfriend who was as equally stubborn as you.

He then sighed, defeated. “You want me to hold your hand?”

“Uh-huh…”

Bakugou took Tokage’s hand in his, and they continued their way through the haunted house.

Suddenly, a man jumped in front of them, screaming his head off. The two jumped back, and instinctively, Bakugou shoved Tokage behind him.

After the man’s scream quieted, he vanished back into the dark.

“It must’ve been a animatronic or something,” mumbled Bakugou. “Did you pee yourself?” He turned around to face Tokage, who held his hand endearingly.

“Thank you for protecting me~” she cooed.

Bakugou rolled his eyes, holding hers tightly back, “whatever…”

Careless Reaction halloween photo shoot😱😍😃🙈 Josh- BRAINS! Haha more like candy brains😂 Caolan- This costume was called The Lion King so come on I HAD to buy it❤️ Zeke- Sophisticated just got sexy... Ok who wrote that?😳😂 Ronan- I'm the only hero you'll ever need😉

So, it's officially spooky season. The haunted house I work at is open. I can't wait to scare more people! I love my job~. In honor of this, have a picture of an old costume of mine.

Legit, someone moves out and in roughly every 4 years. The house looks lovely, but I’m pretty sure it’s haunted.

We live next to a maybe haunted house. Fish has noticed no one lasts more then a few years max. Just thought y’all would enjoy this.

               a   freshman   approaches   her   with   a   green   glow   stick.   quinn   politely   declines,   waving   her   hand   to   shoo   them   away;   bravado   she   would   later   come   to   regret.   she   enters   with   the   confidence   she   was   born   into.   a   steadfast   belief   she's   above   it   all—   you   know   the   type:   everyone   else   but   me.   exclusivity   from   human   frailty.   closer   to   god   than   man.   it   was   the   morrison   way   and   quinn   was   not   immune.

               at   first,   she's   presented   with   options:   a   staircase   with   a   ghoulish   figure   looming   and   a   claustrophobic   hallway   of   chains.   she   would   rather   take   on   an   opponent   she   can   see   so   she   chooses   the   stairs.   as   expected,   the   robed   figure   lunges   at   her   as   she   reaches   the   top.   she   pushes   back,   laughing.   this   wasn't   scary.   this   was   corny.   this   was   camp.   it   was   a      kkg   event   after   all.   she   should   have   known   to   lower   her   expectations.

               quinn   has   little   interest   in   the   party   laying   ahead;   the   same   as   every   year   before.      in   fact,   she's   only   making   an   appearance   because   that   was   what   was   expected   of   the   greek   letters.   for   all   the   rivalry   between   them,   they   made   sure   to   show   up   to   each   other's   occasions   as   a   point   of   cooperation.   she   was   tri   delt's   vice   president   of   recruitment,   so   personal   choice   was   outside   the   equation.   she   did   her   best   not   to   be   the   rain   on   everyone's   parade...   by   this   point   in   the   halloween   season,   in   all   honesty,   her   social   battery   was   draining   fast.

               she   moves   forward   through   the   haunted   house,   coiled   hair   bouncing   on   her   proud   shoulders.   the   sophomore   finds   herself   in   an   empty   room.   her   first   impression?   apathetic.   the   room   is   wallpapered   white   with   some   pictures   plastered   on   top.      she   gets   closer.   curiosity,   as   usual,   reaping   bitter   fruit.   

she   recognises   a   word   emblazoned   over   and   over   again   in   bold   block   letters.   

          MISSING         

the   brunette   steps   back,   first   in   shock,   then   again   in   disgust.   a   weight   drops   in   her   abdomen.   with   a   nauseous   gulp,   she   turns   and   walks   out   as   fast   as   her   tiny   frame   is   able.   blinded   by   revulsion,   quinn   opens   the   next   door   she   sees,   hoping   for   an   exit.   she   isn't   paying   attention.   the   memory   of   greer   is   suffocating   her   senses   just   enough   for   idle   complacency   to   mutate   into   foolishness.   this   next   room   is   pitch   black   and   out   from   the   shadows   comes   a   paunchy   man   dressed   as   a   clown   —   face   paint   and   all.   he   makes   a   grab   for   her.   quinn   screams.

                      by   the   time   she   runs   all   the   way   back   to   the   entrance   she's   pale   and   clammy.   she   falters   over   the   front   step,   vision   blurred,   and   vomits.   exorcist-style.

I prefer saying, "Hi," or "You're very pretty" (regardless of gender) or "I like your (insert whatever you noticed here)." Basically, I figure that I might survive if I try to befriend the monster. So far, my friends include La Llorona, the Bride of Frankenstein, a doll-eyed clown lady who wants to turn me into a lampshade, a ghost lady in a haunted lake who was outfitted by Satan himself, and a vampire bat who convinced me to eat the spider on my necklace. I make neat friends. 😊😊😊

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.

I wish you a delightfully spooky time on this Hallows Eve 🎃👻

*the last picture is a detailed zombie but I don't think it's too gory as it's still carroony but just in case*

A PSA/guide for your haunt-going!

Lovingly handmade by your local haunted house actor for your needs :3

Modern day Cliche

Word Count: 2194.

Genre: Fluff.

(Note! There is a part of the story that is texting back and forth, so when you see the characters name bolded with italicized text beneath it, it’s the contact name and their message!)

(Not Proof Read, if There’s Mistakes, let me Know!)

Your phone vibrated violently in your back pocket as you carried your sleek laptop towards your next destination. Quickly setting down the device on the table in the quiet library you took out your phone. Upon clicking it on, you saw an array of text messages all from your classes group chat. 

Letting out a sigh you opened the messages and read through them. Although, you didn’t really have to since you could have easily guessed that they were all about the big event coming up. It was just about Halloween and there was going to be a horror attraction not to far from the school. To your knowledge everyone was attending. 

Bringing down the settings bar you silenced the chat and turned off your phone before setting it on the table. Sitting down on the hard wooden chair you scanned the library. Your e/c orbs scanning over shelves of books and hanging decorations. Opening your computer you clicked on the site you had been using to write your chemistry paper on and skimmed over it. 

The words seemed to blur together as they never reached your mind. The sound of something being set down, broke your trance as you looked up. Your eyes locking with a pair of bright captivating teal colored eyes. The light from their hanging sources made his eyes seem to sparkle in curiosity. His soft, light ash blonde, hair cascading down just below his shoulders. The tips slightly curly and free looking. The golden marking on the center of his neck just barely peaking out over the hem of his black turtleneck. 

You must’ve been staring because when you snapped out of your alluring trance, he had already sat down and was opening his laptop. Shaking your head you looked back at your screen, you could feel a slight tinge of heat decorate your cheeks. 

Clearing your throat you decided to speak first. “So Albedo, how has your day been so far?” 

He instantly stopped scrolling as he turned and gave you his full attention. “My day has been rather productive. How about yours?” 

“Well that’s good, my day has been alright.” You responded quickly, glancing back at your computer screen. 

“Splendid. Now, I would like to go over this paper with you once more, as it is our last day together.” 

You felt your heart rate quicken as you gave him a nod. You always managed to take everything he said to you in the wrong way, or so you thought. Reading over the paper again for what feels like the hundredth time, you let out a sigh. After navigating your way back through some of the other websites you’d passed through, you hovered over the enticing submit button. 

You knew you needed to turn in this project, but didn’t want your time with Albedo to end so quickly. That’s when a cord in your mind had been strung. 

“Ah, hey Albedo!” You said, more urgently than it needed to be causing him to quickly looked over at you. “Are you going to the new horror attraction down the road tonight?” 

He simply looked at you, his head tilting to the side a little. “I don’t believe I am.” 

“Well if it’s not too much to ask, would you maybe want to come along with me?” You asked, a small tinge of hopefulness in your voice. 

Albedo looked to the side with an expression you couldn’t quite make out. It felt like an eternity had passed before he finally responded. “Sure.” 

You put your hands up to defend yourself from the rejection, but instantly stopped in your tracks. You felt your breath get caught up in your throat as you stared at him with wide eyes. He gave you a small awkward smile as he adjusted his plaid jacket nervously. 

You nearly jumped out of the seat as your arms shot up in the air with happiness. “Yes!” 

Upon hearing a smooth chuckle come from the blonde, you felt your cheeks heat up in embarrassment. Turning your attention back to your computer, you happily hit the submit button and bid a reluctant farewell to Albedo. 

( Small Little Time Skip )

Searching for your usual table during your lunch period, you took a seat, setting your backpack down in the seat beside you. Usually, you ate lunch alone since it was deemed too much work to attempt to find anybody you knew. Turning to your lunch tray you were about to take a bite when your phone buzzed. Reaching into your pocket you set down your utensil and checked the notification. 

“A text from Albedo!?” You whisper yelled, praying that nobody around heard you over the loud chatter of the lunchroom. 

Opening up the message you read over it before your jaw nearly dropped. 

Albedo

I never knew you sat alone at lunch. 

Your head quickly jolted up to look around, but your eyes never landed on him. Looking back down at your phone you quickly texted back. 

 Y/N

Where even are you..?

Albedo

No need to worry about that. 

Although, it was rather funny seeing you attempting to find me.

Y/N

Oh come onnn, just tell me!

Albedo

Not happening. But, I do need something from you.

Your mind began to run wild at the possibilities of his question. What could he possibly need from you? 

Albedo

I need your address so I can pick you up later tonight.

That’s it. This man HAD to be the perfect match for you. He was kind, polite, smart, quiet, and had so many more admirable qualities. You felt your grip tighten on your phone as your face heated up in a flurry of adoration. 

Y/N

Oh alright, my address is (Your address.) 

Albedo 

Thank you, I’ll be seeing you later tonight. 

You released a happy sigh as you clicked off your phone, placing it in your pocket. Picking up your utensil you began eating quicker than you ever did before. The pure bliss of being able to spend the night with your, extremely attractive and alluring, crush in a haunted attraction. Lunch went by in a flash and you were on your way to your final classes of the day, a noticeable smile adorning your lips. 

( Second Small Time Skip)

You sat on your bedside, swaying from side to side as you played the song you had recently become obsessed with. Every few seconds you’d check your phone, eager to see if you’d received a message from Albedo. The feeling of anticipation in which you felt was almost painful. 

Of course, you had occasional thoughts of him possibly standing you up. But those were quickly extinguished by the fact that you believed his moral sense wouldn’t let him. While he was a rather introverted person who cared deeply for his studies, you knew he also had a deep abiding moral sense. 

Standing up from your bed, you grabbed your phone as you clicked it off and placed it in your pocket. Leaving your room you walked downstairs. 

“Where are you off to?” Your mother asked as she saw you make your way down the stairs. 

You gave her a quick glance and a smile. “Going to the new horror attraction with a.. friend.” 

She raised an eyebrow. “Right.. Well, have fun, and be safe!” 

“Will do.” You replied, putting your shoes on. 

Unlocking the door, you pushed it open and took in a breath of the chilling outside air. Shutting the door and walking down towards the roadside, you took a seat on the sidewalk. Taking out your phone you clicked it on and scrolled through your social media while you waited for the man of the hour to show himself. 

After a few minutes of cars passing you by on the road, one finally stopped in front of you. Looking up, you saw the familiar sight of Albedo getting out of his car and walking around to you. He opened the door and motioned for you to get in. 

“How gentlemanly of you.” You commented with a light snicker. 

“Of course, my lady.” He replied with a chuckle. 

That nickname alone was enough to send you into yet another fit of blushing. At this point you were almost concerned if you were really blushing or just running a fever. 

After he’d shut the door for you, he got back into his own seat on the opposite side of the car. Putting on your seatbelt you set your phone in your lap as you side eyed him. You suddenly felt extremely nervous and jittery. 

“You look nice.” Albedo commented, taking a turn. 

“Ah, thank you.. You do as well!” You returned his compliment with a smile. 

Facing forward, the car fell into a comfortable silence. Silence was something you’d grown accustomed to when you were around Albedo. That is, unless you get him on a tangent about something he enjoys, which you happily listen to. His voice is quite soothing, and you can’t help but wonder what his morning voice would sound like. 

About halfway through the drive you began to see some students that you knew walking down the sides of the street. You assumed they were heading to the same place as you. 

“Seems like a lot of people are going to this attraction tonight.” Albedo remarked, you swear a tinge of sadness dripped from his smooth tone. 

“Well, the entire school has been talking about it.” You replied, “My advisory period’s group chat is constantly buzzing with messages about this, so I expected a lot of people to go.”

You saw Albedo nod from the corner of your eye as he continued driving. The closer you got to your destination, the more nervous you became. You, for one, hated haunted houses and horror attractions. You got scared of them extremely easy, even though you knew they were just actors. 

Not even minutes later, Albedo was pulling into the parking lot across the street. Once the car was in park he glanced over at you, offering a smile. 

“Are you alright? You seem a little nervous.” 

You looked over at him as you squeezed your hand around your phone. “Oh, no, I’m perfectly fine. Excited if anything!” 

He slowly nodded at you before getting out of the car, you doing the same. As soon as your shoes hit the gravel you could hear screams coming from across the road. Shivering, you walked around the car and met up with Albedo. 

“Ready to go?” You asked. 

“If you are, it’d be my pleasure to come along.” He replied formally. 

You let out a laugh at his response before turning around and walking towards the attraction. Reaching into your back pocket, you pulled out 40$. You then felt a hand touch against yours. Albedo’s fingers brushing against yours as he placed his hand on yours. 

“Don’t worry about paying, I’ve got it covered.” He spoke.

You felt your face heating up. “No way, I asked you to come here so I should pay.” 

“What if we split the cost?” He paused. “I’ll pay for your’s, you can pay for mine.” 

You looked into his eyes as he stared back, his bright blue and alluring irises pulling you in. 

“Fine. But next time we go out, I’m paying.” You said. 

“Next time, huh.” He chuckled. 

You paused, a momentary slip of the tongue turning into a lifetime of embarrassment. Bringing your hands up in front of you, you waved them back and forth. 

“I just meant that if you liked it this time, then maybe we could go out somewhere else again!” You quickly attempted to defend yourself. 

You heard Albedo laugh a smooth and genuine laugh, the sound like music to your ears. Lowering your hands you clenched them into fists in pure embarrassment. 

Stepping into the decently sized line your eyes lingered on the stray actors wandering around near everyone. Occasionally they’d pop up behind someone or chase them towards another actor. You placed your hands on your arms and hugged yourself, your heart rate increasing. 

“Are you sure you’re alright?” Albedo asked. 

Now that you were both standing in the line, you felt compelled to come clean. Turning to him you looked down towards the ground and explained your antics. 

“To tell the truth, I’m extremely afraid of things like this. I just wanted and excuse to prolong our time together..” You spilled. 

A momentary silence between the two of you occurred. You felt as if the world had just stopped turning and time stood still. 

“I knew that.” Albedo placed a hand on your shoulder. “I just needed to hear you say it.” 

Your eyes darted up to his, your irises widening in surprise. “You knew?” 

“Of course I did, that’s why I agreed. I didn’t want our time together to end either, even though I have little to no interest in things like these.” He said nonchalantly. 

Now you felt extremely embarrassed. But the way Albedo was rubbing your shoulder brought you unimaginable comfort, and also a hint of courage. 

“Well, instead of going home.. How about we brave this thing together then?” Albedo offered. 

“Sure, I’d like that.” 

© Aruchemihq - 2022

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THE LIVING HAUNTED HOUSE

The Haunting of Hill House, Shirley Jackson (1959) / House by the Railroad, Edward Hopper (1925) / The Fall of the House of Usher, Edgar Allan Poe (1839) / Haunted House, Paris Painting, Thomas Flint (2015) / Wuthering Heights, John Frederic Greenwood (c. 1924) / Flowers in the Attic, V.C. Andrews (1979) / Flowers in the Attic dir. Jeffrey Bloom (1987) / Flowers in the Attic: The Origin dir. Declan O'Dwyer & Robin Sheppard (2022) / Guillermo del Toro on Crimson Peak in W Magazine / Crimson Peak dir. Guillermo del Toro (2015) / Guillermo del Toro on Crimson Peak in The Sydney Morning Herald

silence lay steadily.

things haunt, joshua jennifer espinoza // giovanni's room, james baldwin // through me (the flood), hozier // flowers in the attic, v.c. andrews // i am in eskew, jon ware // anatomy, kitty horrorshow // the haunting of hill house, shirley jackson

Haunted House, Sleepy Hollow, New York

Some spooky skeletons in different lighting from Screemers in Toronto

rip to the haunted house workers cause I’m a awkward nightmare with no filter:

1. Throughout the whole 45 minute thing my friend help my arm in fear. Of course the scare actors noticed this and scared her first and THEN turned to me. Except each time I turned around to see what got her and I’d just give the actors(who were all like 5inches from my face) a full 2-3 seconds of eye contact before walking away calmly

2. There were break rooms where we’d be put into lines so the haunted house didn’t get over crowded in certain parts. In the first one one of them was in character(compared to the others in the stops after) and my friend and I were talking about my gay snails. So the guy comes up in between us and asks “anything you wanna share with the class?” And I just enthusiastically start telling him about my snails as he stands like this🧍‍♀️ before walking away

3. In the chainsaw room I would’ve not run(I did run because my friend pulled my sleeve and I got the memo she wasn’t letting go) because I figured the chainsaw guy(with what I think was a real chainsaw) couldn’t actually touch us. So I was just like “why are we running???” And my friend was like “HOLY SHIT RUN BITCH HES CHASING US”

Halloween haunted house (sketch and color test) 2022