Never Wear
an Elmo T-shirt to a Horror Convention
--
written by Jill
One
Saturday Allan and I went to a horror convention near the
airport. He wore his Poe t-shirt and a pair of jeans. I decided
that I wanted to look cute, so I wore an Elmo T-shirt with
a pair of jeans. We agreed that we would meet at his apartment
and then go to the convention. Well, needless to say, Allan
was shocked to see what T-shirt I chose to wear. He claimed
that I was begging to be picked on and that I couldn't stand
out any more if I had painted a bull's eye on my shirt.
When
we first got there, we looked around at the different tables
and Allan got a few autographs and pictures. One of the tables
that we stumbled upon had a horror room set up. So we decided
to check it out. The guy in front of us in line said that
his wife wasn't going with him because she would get too scared.
Allan said that I would be a target for the horror people
because of what I was wearing. While he was saying this, a
guy dressed as the Grim Reaper came up behind me and told
me not to worry, that he would be right behind me. I told
him that, that made me feel safe. Allan got a kick out of
it.
So we went into the room and they had the room divided into
different sections. Our guide would tell us to look at this
and watch out for that, all the normal cheesy horror stuff.
Then we got to a stop where they had a guy hooked up to an
electrical chair. The guide said that she needed someone to
give him the kiss of death. Now we were standing in the middle
of the group and when the guide stated that she needed a volunteer,
Allan said that I should go. I told him no and shook my head
profusely. The guide saw my response and decided that I was
her perfect victim. She pointed at me and told me that I needed
to kiss the guy in the chair. The boy in front of us thought
that she was pointing at him. The guide stated again that
I was the poor soul that she wanted. Allan, being the supportive
one that he is, told me that I should go and kind of nudged
me out of the crowd.
I
approached the guy in the chair, about 3 feet away. The guide
told me that I needed to get closer so that I could give him
the kiss of death. I told her that I wasn't getting any closer
and that I was happy right where I was. My heart was racing
a mile a minute. I inched up closer and right when I was about
to give the guy a kiss, in the background of the area there
was a guy hiding with a drum set. He hit the symbols, the
chair went off, and I jumped and screamed. I turned to Allan
and told him that I hated him. (He got a huge kick out of
the whole situation.) While I was spouting words of love to
Allan, a guy slinked towards me out of the darkness, I turned
around, saw the gruesome guy there, screamed and jumped onto
the guy that we had been talking to in line. To this day Allan
always gets a huge smile on his face when he tells this story.
Besides
me losing 5 years of my life at the convention, Allan got
to meet Bruce Campbell and have a few things signed. I had
no idea who this guy was, but Allan was excited to meet him
so we stood in line for about 3 hours just to get his signature.
When we finally got to Bruce's table, Allan had this huge
smile on his face and was as giddy as a five year old who
has just eaten a whole Easter basket full of candy. He couldn't
stand still in the same spot for very long. Allan got his
stuff signed and when we got home I was given the Grimm Bruce
Campbell education course.
As
my grandfather always said, "Hell was made for volunteers."
Especially those who wear Elmo t-shirts at a horror event.
See
pictures from HorrorFind
here.
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