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I Work as a Haunted House Actor in BC. One of Us Isn't on the Roster.
A haunted house horror story from the BC Coast: every guest this week has met an actor in yellow oilskins on the walkway. Nobody hired him. Every October, a small coastal fire hall turns its old cannery into a haunted house. A woman who plays the last room, the gutting line, also does the closing sweep: every actor signs the fire marshal's crew sheet in and out, and nobody locks up until every line is signed out. Then the feedback cards start praising a dripping fisherman who falls into step beside the last guest in each group and asks one quiet question. The night-vision camera on the…
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