The Scream Machine - Colors

Hanging over the driveway was a single, worn, ratty piece of wood. The wind shook the sign, making it all the harder to read the scratch out words sprawled across it. If one was to look close enough, however, the words ‘Scream Machine’ could be read. Now, there was nothing dangerous or off about the sign itself, but what it stood for was another sign entirely. People flocked from all over whenever the sign hung. Because it meant that the old building was open for business. Screams could always be heard floating through the air along with the chatter of those waiting in line. Anticipation flooded everyone’s bodies as the stood, waiting either in costume or regular, everyday clothing. There was a bite to the air as arms were rubbed and feet stomped. Ahead of them stood an old warehouse that was, more often than not, left empty. But once a year, on one single day, it was open for the public eye. Lights flashed over the metal walls, screaks and blood curdling screams echoing off the tin. Inside, there were smaller, weaker walls built to confuse the mind and has convinced hundreds of people that they were lost. Rooms were added in, where monsters and ghosts and ghouls hid, waiting for the chance to jump out and scare the living daylights out of the inspecting folk. So, if one is planning on attending this year, just be prepared for the scare of your life. Because this, ladies and gentlemen, is The Scream Machine.