A new story from the Kettleby Archive: My Haunted Attraction Coworker Wasn't Part of the Cast | Horror Story Animated
Have you ever looked at someone standing in the dark and thought, that person is too still to be doing a job? I worked haunted attractions for three seasons. I thought I knew every trick, every actor, every way fear gets manufactured. I was wrong about all of it. Hollowgate Manor was a three-floor walk-through horror maze in an old textile mill outside Salford.
Ground floor was the crypt, first floor the asylum corridor, top floor the void room. Nine pounds an hour. One rule kept us safe in the dark: every actor wore a green glow wristband, always. My zone was the first-floor asylum corridor, all flickering fluorescents and padded cell props.
I knew roughly thirty actors by face or wristband. The top-floor void room was pitch black and accessed through one locked door. Milo, our security guard, did a walk-round every forty minutes. I clocked his route by habit. Third night in, at exactly quarter past eight, I glimpsed a figure at the void room doorway.
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Sleep well. Or try to.