Cody

HHN 18 was the first time I ever actually got scared. We were going through The Hallow when it was still light out, so our eyes hadn't adjusted to the darkness yet (silly us, it was the second house we went through on the first night). We were going through one corridor that was barely lit, just enough to be able to see some dark shapes floating in front of me. I pushed one out of the way, and it was hairy and wet. Confused, I continued onward. Suddenly, there was a crash of thunder and lightning that showed a disgusting, very realistic severed head not 8 inches from my face. I promptly screamed "Holy Jesus shit!" and ducked, running like a linebacker under the rest of the heads to the end of the corridor.

While I do not have a problem with viewing restricted area pictures themselves, I have a problem with what is necessary to take them. People who go backstage run the risk of either injury (hint: walking through active construction sites with a bare head and flip-flops is hardly a smart idea, even in Florida) or being arrested and trespassed from the park. Allowing people to post photos taken illegally and possibly dangerously only encourages such behavior, and it can be guaranteed that some of the fingers will be pointing in our direction when someone is inevitably caught or trips and busts his head open on the equipment.

Where does "Oak" come in?