I move around alot and last year I was acting like one of my dummies tied to the"PERGOLA" a group of teen age girls were looking at me.they kept asking me if I was real,some said I was fake.One said"I'M GOING TO KICK HIM IN THE BALLS AND WE WILL SEE"Thats when I lunged at them,I think they are still running.

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"I wanna kill you,dig you up and do it again!"

One of my non-Halloween scares was when I worked as a restoration Ecologist in Illinois. Our small crew was clearing fallen trees from a trail in a 1000 acre woodland. For some reason, that whole year we had been talking about a local who always asked my co-worker if he had seen sasquatch yet. The guy really believed it was just a matter of time for our crew. Anyway, my coworker was talking about it again one day and we were all laughing about it.

Later on, while working alone, I saw two crew members, through the trees. They were doubling back to get more gas and oil for our chainsaws. It was November and I was bundled up so I looked pretty big (6'2" tall as well). I put my hood up and waited fifteen minutes for them to get back to the huge White Oak where I was hiding. When they had just past my tree, I jumped out in a dead sprinting bear crawl snorting and gasping. Those big bad lumberjacks screamed like little babies and ran like turkeys. I probably didn't get them as well as I could have since I began laughing at myself as soon as I started snorting.

When we all got done laughing, they all confirmed that they thought I was either a wild bore or Sasquatch. Funny because wild bores aren't found in that part of Illinois and Sasquatch, well, that depends on who you're talking to :-)

Last night at the Ravens Grin Inn in Mount Carrol, Illinois in one of the groups here last night was a young man named "Bob".
I HAVE NEVER SEEN ANYONE REACT TO A SCARE OR A STARTLE AS BOB DID HERE LAST NIGHT!! (And I have been open for business every night for almost 20 years now!)
Yet he and friends kept on keeping on and laughing about his severe twitching screams and yells and running around inside a room.
He may even return and actually work here for us!
Last weekend I got pretty giddy, laughing so much, so often.
At the night's start it was a front room routine about the supernatural in this house. By the end of the night it was me showing off my ESP talent of "knowing" who was about to pass gas in the room.
Of course this had been inspired by some blatant producers of said product and them bragging about it.
We have the sofa cushions covered with plastic garbage bags for this reason.

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"My Insanity is well-respected, until they wiggle free and become a stringer for a tabloid"