Because trying to whittle down this post’s title to a decent length seemed far too demanding of my energy, we’re going to stick with what I have…
Since it’s that month of the year, I need to pay homage to one of the most incredible Minnesota experiences I’ve had, but where do I start? In August 2012, only a mere three months after college graduation, I was brainstorming with my brother on activities I could do while I continued my job search.
“Do you remember when you tried to make me go down to the Haunted Basement?” I said. I opted out — I mean they have a waiver and a safe word for the love of God.
“I wonder if they need any volunteers?” What in the world possessed me to think that? Seriously, it must have been possession. Anything horror related would have me rocking in the fetal position in the corner of any given room, movie theater or otherwise.
After searching through the Soap Factory website at my brother’s encouragement, I stumbled upon a volunteer link. Not only did they need volunteers, they needed actors to be down there scaring the poop out of people. (Fun fact: it’s happened before).
“No way!” I said, “I can act down there?? What if I did that?”
My brother laughed, “You’re not scary.”
“Challenge accepted,” I said as I entered my information into the online bubble sheet.
Fast forward to 2013. Now, I have many stories — both funny and genuinely creepy — that I could share, I want to save that for another time. It’s the people that I want to feature.
As the cliche goes, I had no clue what to expect. Perhaps I expected a bunch of hipsters to sit around smoking in their flannel shirts and skinny jeans, shunning me because I was too mainstream preppy. Or perhaps I was expecting a group of fork-tongued weirdos to crawl out of the woodwork as I slowly backed away to the suburbs, forgetting that I ever thought about getting involved, but the reality left me in awe.
Never in my life had I come across a group of people so warm and welcoming. Never in my life did I expect a group of seasoned Haunted Basement veterans to show genuine excitement for the rookie that had no clue what she was doing. Sure, it’s a mixed bag of crazies down there that I would never had met otherwise, but I beg you to prove me wrong when I say they’re some of the most genuine people you’d meet in Minnesota.
I owe my renewed hope for my life in Minnesota to these guys, and while many of the people that made that experience unforgettable in 2012 are no longer involved with the Basement this year, I still say hats off to the Creeps of 2013. You all changed my life, and changed it for the better.
Cheers to the eternal Creeps!