From mid-September 1999 to October 28, 1999, I worked at The Asylum Experience, a haunted house in Berwyn (Svengoolie voice “BERRRRWYYYYN!”), Illinois.
I can pinpoint exactly when I first felt the urge to cross over and trespass into someplace I didn’t belong.
Adam Parfrey, Feral House, and the case for going straight to the source
The dumbest people are using the best art to soundtrack the potential end of the world
The gradual buildup. A labyrinthine, sterile building. The vague sense of vulnerability that accompanies stripping naked. Needles.
With a helpful playlist if you want to put them on shuffle for your Halloween party
