Reporter is the scream of the crop at Farmageddon in Downholland

Oct 9 2008 by Rachel Roberts, Ormskirk Advertiser

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STANDING behind a trap door dressed as a zombie, I think I was more scared than most people visiting Farmageddon.

I don’t know why though because by the end of the night I was laughing my head off.

Hidden behind a secret trap door, I spent my night peering through a spy-hole with a zombie bride called Sabrina, who by day, worked in an office in Southport.

Dressed in black gown, purple wig and bullet-wound covered face, I spent the next two hours with Sabrina scaring the living day lights out of people and I have never had so much fun!

My first scream of the night was pretty nerve-wrecking, but by the end of the night, I couldn’t get enough of it.

But don’t get me wrong, scaring people is hard work.

We went through at least three bottles of water and after two hours of screaming at complete strangers, my throat began to hurt.

Not that I’m complaining though.

There is nothing more satisfying than jumping out on someone and hearing them scream. I would recommend it to anyone and to quote Sabrina: “It must be illegal to scare people and have so much fun.”

I couldn’t agree more!