#by /u/Not_A_Robot24X9

[prorevenge]

Don't Piss off a Horror Junkie

I used to do a lot of community service back in high school, especially when I was in JROTC, as they had events almost every weekend. They had an annual Halloween festival at a local heritage park that half the unit signed up for. A handful of my friends and I (including a girl I was rather interested in) were assigned to help run a haunted museum tour. We had scripts we were told to follow, but they said we can improvise to our hearts' content. The stuff we were told to follow was pretty kiddie stuff. Gross out scares, spooky noises, an animatronic witch jumpscaring you at the end. Typical family friendly amusement.

Well, we soon grew bored of that stuff and so too did a lot of the older kids. So we decided to ramp things up for those looking for more of a thrill. We proceeded to make heavy changes to parts of the exhibit (with the permission of those in charge) and turned it into quite the house of terror if we so allowed it. We even had various levels of intensity based on the age of the audience. It was going really well. A lot of people even made several returns.

At least, it was going well until we had the misfortune of being graced with the presence of one particular obnoxiously snotty and rude preteen. As I gave them the 1st half of the tour, he constantly remarked on how unscary everything was and how lame we all were. Didn't think much of it. We did our job and were glad when he finally left.

About an hour passes and the same kids come in, but with a possy of his preteen companions. We waited for more people to arrive to fill the group. Again he ran his mouth about how lame this place was. But now he has an audience. Now he's trying to egg us on. He tells me that this place is a joke, how it's not scary and all. I said, "well, you paid for another ticket so that's on you this time." Then he begins to insult us personally, starting with me. Okay, whatever. Then he called the girl I like really harsh names. That's when I got pissed. Before we began, I called everyone in. I whisper to them all, "level 5." Level 5 is the highest intensity, reserved for adults or really intense teens. Normally, putting preteens through that would be out of the question. Level 3 should be their tier, but most of them already heard this kid insult everyone. They were in.

We set everything up for level 5 and we all get to our stage 1 stations on the bottom floor and stairway to the theater room above. It starts off like normal and I let him insult the cheap props and me, where I send him to the magician, as per level 1 protocol. Once they leave there, I direct them to follow me, but get grabbed by my friend dressed in a black cloak and brandishing a large knife. I screamed in terror as he yankd me away from their sight and locked the door. I let out bloodcurdling screams and begged for help as he pretended to stab me to death. I snuck around the back to get in the theater room to hide for stage 2. The now freaked out kids and other disturbed adults make their way through a maze in the center of the room, now more difficult to navigate through without a tour guide. My friends all knocked over items around them and moved parts of the maze, confusing them further. After what seemed like several minutes, they made their way out and sped towards the staircase. As they all stood on those stairs, my friend in the black cloak emerged at the bottom of the staircase with his knife hitting the metal railing menacingly. They all screamed and ran into the theater room converted into a graveyard. For level 5, we also turned on a smoke machine to cover the floor in smoke and lay hidden underneath several props. As they passed by, we jutted our arms outward at them, groaning and screaming at them like all good zombies do. I alone got up as they looked at my now bloodied reanimated corpse and chased them down the "graveyard." Another zombie blocked the exit, making the only escape the barber shop room. That place was genuinely creepy already so we just threw a clown barber slitting open his client's throat on the barber chair. He turned to them and said, "Who's up NEXT???" They bolted right out of there and were headed towards the end of the exhibit. The animatronic witch that's there for every level jumped out and gave its lame cackel. They they looked at it for enough time for girl that I liked to creep up behind them in an amish looking outfit, pigtails, and a powdered white face. She whispered into the twerp's ear, "Yeeeesssss. This SKIN will do NICELY." He freaked out and yelled FUCK as loud as his squeaker voice could permit.

After calming down themselves, his friends laughed at him for screaming the most and asking where all that big talk went. He tried to save face and made fun of the exhibit and us again, but it was already too late. His friends knew he was a pussy and there was nothing he could do about it. We poorly hid our dubious smirks and said to have a great rest of their day. We were all pretty proud of ourselves for sticking up for each other and traumatizing a group of kids in the process.

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