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I wanted the entrance to the haunted house to be something special. I think I succeeded; in fact, I think I may have permanently infested the old Victorian house with a horrible, otherworldly Presence.  I built an eight-foot skull out of plywood, then took the basement door off of its hinges and screwed the skull over the frame. The skull had a working trapdoor for a jaw, and I built a sheet metal slide down into the basement, covering the basement stairs. Inside the stairwell, there was a fog machine I rented from Indianapolis, a dim blue light, and a tape of the Tibetan Tantric Gyuto Monks. The mouth was worked by ropes from the basement below. The mouth opened, the chanting swelled, and a puff of luminous blue fog would spill from the skull's throat. One by one, each person would sit on the jaw, slide into the dense wall of fog, and — Bang! The mouth closed.
 I scared myself in bright sunlight. << back | next >> |