Fright Nights: Part II

Well friends. It has begun.  My life as a haunted trail employee has begun...and unfortunately (or fortunately...I guess) it has taken over my life.  Every Thursday, Friday, Saturday and Sunday, I haul my rear end into the woods and sit there waiting for my victims.  My role? Ghillie suit.  Oh yes. Here is a little visual for you:

If I was really serious about this biz...I wouldn't tell you who I am because it's supposed to be some big secret...but let's be real...I don't care that much. 

So. I squat in the middle of the woods, wait for a group to come and when they do...scare the tar out of them.  It is super effective.  

Things I have Been Called: 

- Sasquatch

- Big Foot

- Chewbacca (this is probably the most common...which makes my inner star wars nerd a happy camper) 

- Hagrid

- Moss Man

- Tree Guy

- B****

- N*****

- M***** F*****

- Yeti

- That guy from the Wizard of Oz??

- Swamp Santa Claus

Things I have made people do: 

- Cry

- Pee

- Hug another man

- Scream bloody murder

- Assume the fetal position

Also. I am getting my cardio on...holy cow.  I calculated that on a Friday night, the second busiest night to Saturday, I ran up and down the trail 90 times.  I am sore...I am sleep deprived...but I am very amused. 

There is more to come friends, because Justin has had even more hilarious things said to him.  Also to come: a description of the types of people that work at haunted houses...because THAT is interesting...

Peace, Love and Bush Man, 

Claire

P.S. I turn 24 today. I am feeling ancient...I won't lie...and a little emo...Sorry if my post isn't as funny as it could be...I'm sure I will be back to my normal self tomorrow.