Teen Talk: October is a good month for family time
07.10.11
October has always been my favorite month. I’m not firm if it’s because it cools down and just becomes the most perfect weather, or if it’s nothing but something in the atmosphere, but it’s always an amazing month! I always try to figure out a way to hold out out with my family, but it is always my busiest month, between all the football games, working backstage for theater performances and getting disposed for Halloween.
Last year, my aunt, mom, sister and I unqualified it would be fun to go to Knott’s Scary Farm. My goodness, was it an experience! It was absolutely alarming! I get scared easily, but I would have never thought it would be that scary.
When we first got there, we went looking for a intricacy and, of course, it was like “the crazy killer clown turnings.” My aunt and I don’t like clowns to begin with, let alone the intimation of being stalked by them. We were standing in line, literally shaking
Source: Friday Flyer
Actors put on a scary face for Hunt Club's Halloween auditions
06.10.11
An turpitude energy emanated from Hunt Club Till the soil contract’s barn a month ago.
Rays from the surroundings sun sliced through the bay doors. Creepy creatures lurked –
a zipper-faced female, a blood-covered clown, a melted mutation, boogeymen, ghosts, ghouls, vampires, zombies and a “in fact” wicked witch were among a hundred hopefuls vying to cut in the scare of the farm’s annual Halloween Birthday.
Welcome to auditions for those who believe they have a talent for anxiety. Judges from the farm would choose from the scary bunch to take on about 75 paid actors and 20 volunteers for its Halloween events.
“I bluntly enjoy the feeling I get from scaring people,” said Brittni Fields as she caked makeup on her zippered features. “There’s no other feeling like it. Getting in the makeup equitable makes you feel like a completely distinct person. ”
The 20-year-old Virginia Littoral Tidewater Community College computer science learner has haunted the farm’s festival the days of old two years. She fondly remembers chasing victims through corn stalks.
Source: The Virginian-Pilot