Life at Grayson

Screams echo in my ears

We wolves corner the helpless dears

Banging on the walls

Chasing down narrow halls

Jump off the stage

And scaring every age

However, danger purrs

Chasing the unsuspecting actors

It steps on hands

And a few painful punches land

To give this up? Never

From this job nothing can sever

Or so it seemed

But now Grayson is to fade to a dream

Backstory to the horror POEM: My first job was at a Haunted House called Nightmare on Grayson. I got to scare so many people for money; it was great, but it wasn't always the safest job in the world. People have a fight or flight reflex and more than once I was on the receiving end of fight. Granted they would be removed from the house if they attacked, but that's after the fact, so you still have to deal with injuries. It was also a seasonal/temp job so not much recourse in the way of benefits if you got hurt. Luckily, I never got seriously hurt just a few bruises and the like. It ended up closing due to rent cost on the warehouse and gentrification. Not a hollowed season goes by that I don't miss that place.