Holy sh!t!

It’s dark outside. The horror that lies in the ensuing moments begins to crawl under your skin like bands of spiders and gaggles of mice stampeding through a moldy gutter. You hear heavy breathing. It’s just over your shoulder. Drips of drool run down the back of your neck. Fight-or-flight kicks in. Without thinking twice you begin to run. The temptation to scream starts to slowly consume you. You are at Scary Acres RI.

I was assigned the responsibility of writing and producing content for this perennial attraction on social media. Below is a short video that I wrote, directed, and produced.