Two nights ago we found ourselves standing behind a warehouse in east nashville being spat on numerous times by a bloke guzzling mouthfuls of fake blood. for the folks at devil's dungeon haunted house this was not just the only way to apply realistic looking blood to their actors, but it also serves as a sort of initiation for newbies like us. fake blood is thick too. like mcdonalds hot cake syrup that drips in your mouth and sticks your eyelids to your forehead. after slicing our costumes to bits, dying our hair, and mooning the general jackson as it passed by on the cumberland, we were herded into our spots within the building where we spent the next five hours heaving ourselves into unrestrained insanity for the benefit of the paying customer. Tripp wielded a skill saw and flapped around on the floor like a madman, occasionally chopping off a fellow actresses legs whilst screaming. Jenna managed to stalk an entire room by herself often spinning a baby around on a rotating dartboard. We've always been connoisseurs of haunted houses, in a way they're like the ultimate art installation, where everyone involved gets a little dose of dementia. One day maybe we'll open one....