I would have been lying if I’d said I wasn’t nervous.
Feeling my way through the dark I felt the cold bite of betrayal as The Gazette’s photographer, Ian Cooper, cheerfully disappeared into the gloom ahead - the light from his camera vanishing with him.
I had been left, very much alone, in the cold, inky darkness of an abandoned mine.
Groping the walls to find my way, I finally saw light. Stumbling around the corner, I looked up - and nearly jumped out of my skin.
“They’re waiting for you!” yelled the beaming, bleeding face of a zombie miner with grotesque glee.
“Ha! Very good,” I said to diffuse the tension as I slipped sheepishly by - no such luck.
A deafening clatter from behind, I turned and gasped.
“BOBBY’S GONNA GET YA!” snarled a second zombie miner who was trying to force his way through chicken wire. Presumably to bite my face off.
I backed towards the exit.
Where had that treacherous press photographer gone?
I found Ian in an outdoor opening indulging some cannibals in a photo shoot. They seemed to be quite into it. But then they saw me.
Within a second, the deranged buzz of a chainsaw filled the air as one of the maniacs held it aloft and ran at me.
I winced and closed my eyes as the deadly power tool traced around my head and behind me. I had been assured by staff that I wouldn’t be killed but the threat seemed very real and I was left under no illusion as to which direction I needed to go.
Needless to say, when I looked up, Ian was nowhere to be seen, and I was forced to brave 15 minutes of terror all on my own.
Wandering through the dark, I reached a door. It burst open and I was led inside.
What followed was a show-trial that saw me condemned to death by a faceless judge and his awful usher.
I was taken through to a chamber where two masked executioners shoved a hood over my head and led me to my doom. The last thing I remember seeing was Ian’s grinning face as he took a few snaps of my misfortune.
“Well then, back to the office?” I asked Ian at the exit.
He produced a video camera.
“Best go round again and get some video,” he said.
“Yeah, no problem,” I replied - and shuddered.
The Scream Factory
The Scream Factory’s Halloween tours at Kirkleatham Museum, Redcar, run this Thursday, Friday and Saturday with two separate tours on offer.
Setting off every five minutes from 2-6pm, Twilight Tours at £6 for child and £2 for adults, are designed for young children offering all the fun without the scares.
Then as night time falls, the the atmosphere becomes more sinister.
From 6pm onwards, the Extreme Tours, are suitable for over-14s.
Extreme Tour tickets are £12 at the door, £10 with an NUS card and for online bookings.
Each tour takes around 25-30 minutes.
For information and bookings visit http://ift.tt/1taacnM
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