Thanks to my Scotts, Tess, et al, Zule, Mike Paynegiver, my inlaws and most belovedly my small duct taped Dbot, our haunted house kicked enormous and collosal ass. The only people who did not freak out were a group of 8 year old girls. I think the cast was giving it to them easy. I had one kid drop by from my church youth group, but unfortunately I thought he was the other boy from my youth group and hijinks ensued b/c I kept calling him by the other boy's name. Truly they are identical. Ironically, the boy who showed up is the boy to whom I'm trying to arrange a marriage for my daughter for three years. I'm sure the entire church believes I'm degenerate. My father in law was the hit of the evening. He was actually the scariest shit I've ever seen, except for the pig eyes that are in a glass in front of me.
At one point, early on, Zule was so freaked out by the pressure of putting the house on, he threw pizza in my purse. True story.
All I say is this. We had a real coffin and a real fire which thank god, Scott Stewart had the presence of mind to put out. Remind me not to use styrofoam heads as candle holders. It was enormously fun. Next year, join us.
Now we have stinky pig parts to dispose of. Suggestions?