but, i could tell you stories of some that have freaked out in the houses and the scare zones........
Last year, wife and me took a couple of newbies. A 13 year old boy and a 15 year old girl, the children of our pastor.
The 13 year old talked a real good game in the car on the way up to HHN. We have the AP and so we had gotten tickets for the AP pre-party for all of us.
Let me remind you, it's still daylight out as we head around the park to go to the party back by Jaws. He's starting to ask a few questions, because I think he realized that there was no turning back now and me being the "responsible" adult, I was doing everything in my power to make sure that the little beads of sweat would form on his brow.
We walk past Beetlejuice and he hears something off in the distance. The sounds of chainsaws. He looks at me and says, "What's that noise?" and me once again being the responsible one say, "Nothing."
Well we get just about up to Disaster and he sees what's going on and we now find out one of his greatest phobias. CHAINSAWS!!! He lets out a little gasp and asks if we can go a separate way and you know what comes next . . . "No" I say.
Well he decides to just put his head down and walk fast and pray to God that the drill team doesn't see him. Insert one responsible adult that is pointing at him and now the fun begins.
One member of the drill team comes at him from the right and one comes at him from the left. He sees the one on the right and proceeds to let out a scream that only dogs could hear. He leaps in the air and at the same time the one from the left arrives. He sees him but it was too late to adjust his out of control fear leap so he ends up stradeling the one on the lefts chainsaw. Needless to say, his eyes now look like Kermit the Frog and he becomes Jessie Owens running the 100 Meter. The Drill Team didn't have a chance and neither did he when we caught up with him. His sister abused the crap out of him and as we approached the line for Jason he asked, "There won't be anymore chainsaws will there?" As sweat is now pouring from his brow and his skin is white as a ghost.
And I looked him dead in the eye and told him "No" as I planned visiting the Texas Chainsaw house next.
my other funny story was last year as well. We were by "San Francisco" scarezone and one of the chainsaw guys started to go after my daughter. When she ran, I told him her name and that it was her birthday. He chased her all the way to the end of his zone calling her name.. she ran so fast screaming her shoes fell off and she kept going.... We had a blast.....
Sounds like a lot of fun!This isn't HHN but it is a Haunted Mansion so similar idea...
I will tell just one story since it isn't exactly the question but I felt it could bring in some laughter.
I volunteer-worked at Kevin McCurdy's Haunted Mansion (www.thehauntedmansion.com) a local and IMO very scary attraction.
One role I played was when we had a fairy-tale-themed Garden walk one year and I was a fairy. Now, the other girl who played a fairy here normally got a mask or makeup which made her covered in blood, etc. Not me.
I was challenged to be a normal fairy.
I was to stand stone-still as if a statue and wait for the opportune moment to come to life.
For those brave people out there, I have to admit, it didn't really work. But it was MORE THAN WORTH IT when it did! Which was a lot!
My best guest in this case was this poor lady who started screaming bloody murder when I came to life and started basically just prancing around-prancing in a menacing way of course I noticed her screaming so naturally focused on her.
I can still hear her voice in my head screaming at the top of her lungs "Get it away from me! Ahhh! Get! It! Away! From! Meee!"
Fabulous times