Several years ago, I was helping with some rated-r level Halloween decorations and someone brought their nine year old daughter. They thought the kid would be fine but when she saw one of the hyper-realistic masks in situ and flipped the fuck out… So like twenty minutes later, we grabbed another one of the masks and folded it up and put it in a box like it was new. The interaction basically went like this:
“Hey, so I want you to help me do some Halloween decorations. Inside this box is a mask and I want you take it out and unwrap it and put it on and be super scary.”
Kid opens the box and sees that it’s a similar mask and puts it on and now lord jesus, she was the scariest motherfucker in the room and I played into that fact. Her mom played into it. Everyone played into it.
And then I showed her how the decapitated head on a table works. “Hey crouch down in this box and put your head right here.” She did and I closed the back and she was the scariest decapitated child’s head I’ve ever seen in my life.
She had an absolute blast and wasn’t scared at all. Being part of the scary makes it not scary.
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