My family used to run a haunted house through my high school years (when me and my friends could help out). We went all out - we hand built a couple of coffins, we had a small airplane that had been sitting in a junkyard delivered to our backyard that we 'haunted' and let people walk through, we had rooms designed to disorient people with bright strobe lights and checkerboard walls, and a lot of other generally scary shit.
In one of the strobe rooms, we dressed a guy up in a checkerboard suit, hat and makeup, and you wouldn't be able to see him plainly standing in the middle of the room - he scared the piss out of a few people. After they were done with that room, they had to walk through me standing in a coffin pretending to be a mannequin. I took it very seriously, and the best one was after a young boy peed his pants in the strobe room, his mom and young sister were standing in front of me, talking to my dad about it - basically shooting the shit. The daughter whispered "mom... that doll in the coffin moved" and the mom came right up to me, poked me, watched me, and said "no honey, it's not real".
Well I was (and still am) real, and all three of them pissed their pants. 100% ratio on that tour.
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