haunted houses

I volunteered for a local Haunted House one year and made a girl pee herself. Literally all I did was stand right on the other side of the door and put on the evilest grin I could conjure up. I was dressed as some kind of crazy blood soaked mail man or something. They didn't give me any lines or directions, they basically just told me to be scary. So, some poor girl walked in, held in the arms of her boyfriend and upon seeing me she screamed so fucking loudly and just wet her pants right there. Her boyfriend just kept pushing her through my room and into the next. It was an interesting experience.

A friend and I got really good at making people fall backwards, and on one glorious occasion we made a lady piss herself. The room I was in was at the end of a lengthy corridor, and it was a right hand turn through a grave yard to get to the next area. I would wear a harness tied off to the roof and a noose, and when someone came by I would jump down through a split in the curtain screaming 'help me' or something similar; my friend had a hockey mask and a chainsaw(he could do a one pull start while standing), and would jump out of a coffin after my room. When they would come down the hall past the prison room, I would jump out and scare them, forcing them to run hard to the right; my friend would then jump out, start the chainsaw, and scream bloody murder. Roughly seven out of ten women would either hit the floor or try to run back the way they came, and on one occasion we had a lady piss herself. That was honestly the most fun Halloween(sorta) I've ever had

Girl in a minidress straight shat herself. Goddamn.

I went to a haunted house with my family when I was about ten. My little sister (8 at the time) kept insisting that she wanted to go off alone. She wasn't allowed to but at some point she snuck off. Well the haunted house closed, and my family are all sitting outside of the entrance waiting for her to come out. The majority of it is a maze, with a guy with a chainsaw chasing you around. That actor came out and talked to us, and we told him my little sisters name. So he goes around the maze screaming "BRITTANYYYY I'm going to find you... You better get out of this maze!" for like ten minutes and then she finally comes running out, sobbing with a bright red face, and she had peed her pants.
That was so fucked up to do to an eight year old.
I worked on a haunted trail for a few years. I personally witnessed a ~forty year old woman wet her pants after she got scared of me popping around the corner ( I wasn't even trying :( )

In one of the strobe rooms, we dressed a guy up in a checkerboard suit, hat and makeup, and you wouldn't be able to see him plainly standing in the middle of the room - he scared the piss out of a few people. After they were done with that room, they had to walk through me standing in a coffin pretending to be a mannequin. I took it very seriously, and the best one was after a young boy peed his pants in the strobe room, his mom and young sister were standing in front of me, talking to my dad about it - basically shooting the shit. The daughter whispered "mom... that doll in the coffin moved" and the mom came right up to me, poked me, watched me, and said "no honey, it's not real".
Well I was (and still am) real, and all three of them pissed their pants. 100% ratio on that tour.

Lets see. One guy had a panic attack in my area and had to leave on a stretcher. We had one girl piss herself that year (right after my scene this time). Several actors got punched and/or kicked (some people went through specifically to get a punch in on an actor), several drunks, several weaves lost (we had a wall of weaves out front).

To be honest, though, I think my co-workers were worse than the customers. We had one guy who was shitfaced every day of work and didn't get fired until the last week of October because the management was so fucked that year. One of the relief workers never bothered to do his job, so we had a few actors get dehydrated and/or nearly piss themselves from lack of bathroom breaks.

I volunteer at a local haunted house, which is held at an old nun convent. I'm dressed wearing a Jason outfit, and I carry a steel machete (I grinded down the blade so I don't accidentally chop someone) and stand at the end of a hallway that guests have to walk towards before entering another room.
It's near impossible to see me due to a strobe setup they walk towards, until you are about 10 feet from me. I end up running down the hall grinding the steel machete against the old plaster walls creating a spine shivering 'shing' noise grabbing the attention of anyone in front of me. After that I'm smashing a wooden temporary wall feet in front of them.
This one particular group was full of older teenagers, a few guys and a few girls. One of the girls fell backwards and onto the ground causing the rest of them to pile up ontop of her. They all started crying as I stood over them grinding the machete against the wall. Two of the girls pissed their pants.
That was just two of my many confirmed pant-pee'ers.

Last year when I was working at my University's haunted house we had a maze which had absolutely no lights in it and also a dude in a black morph suit, 20 something woman ran into him and ran screaming tearing down the maze as she pissed her pants.

Not me, and not a worker, but my aunt (in her late 20's) went through the Hannah House in Indianapolis one time (more than 30 years ago.) It was supposed to be one of the best/scariest haunted houses. As she was going up a set of stairs, she kinda poked at the mannequins sitting there along the way. When she got to the top of the stairs and poked the mannequin he moved/grabbed her/something (I don't really know, I wasn't alive yet.) Anyway, she screamed and peed herself. She was with other people when it happened, too.

tldr: scared a girl so bad at a theme park she peed her pants in front of her family and boyfriend

I have quite a few stories from my 7 years working at a certain amusement park's Halloween festivities. I didn't work in a haunted house but roamed the park. One year I was dressed as a clown based on "IT". I had heard a teenage girl screaming and running down the road from behind me. Now at this point I had another employee giving me updates on when she was getting near me. Next thing I know I am hearing her say "I need to go to the Bathroom! Don't scare me!!!!" I was standing directly in front of the women's bathroom entrance, and I just couldn't help myself. As she approached me through the fog I turned around and screamed within a couple inches of her face. Her response was to immediately fall down onto the ground where she went completely silent. I stood over her for a second and then realized why she was not moving. I was standing over an 18 year old girl who was currently peeing her pants on the ground of an amusement park in public. She slowly stood up holding her crotch and waddled into the bathroom. I see her parents and better yet, a boyfriend walk up and I just couldn't help but laugh. 15 minutes later I see the mom walk into the bathroom with a brand new pair of sweatpants..... I won monster of the night that night.... But it wasn't the last time I made someone pee their pants by scaring them....

The other time was when I was dressed in a much bloodier costume and was chasing someone on a ledge. She was about 2 feet below me and I would chase her and slide up next to her which would cause her to take off. I would then run on this ledge where she couldn't see me and then jump off right in front of her. She would take off the other way and then I would do the same thing time after time. Eventually she tipped and fell and stayed down. After I made sure she didn't hurt herself I notice a pretty evident, and new wet spot around her crotch. Another time I couldn't stop myself from laughing..... I am a horrible person.

I'm very, very late to this thread, but one time a girl in the haunted prison near my house was so scared of the guy dressed as a chainsaw murderer that she peed herself, ran out the front door, tripped over a tree root and broke her ankle.

The best scare I ever got was when I was coming back in from a smoke break and followed an obnoxious group of cheerleaders and jocks through the entire house until we got to my room. They were being jerks and saying how it wasn't scary, etc. They also called each other by mane. When we got to my room, I brushed against one of the cheerleader's hair and whispered her name flight in her ear. She spent about 5 minutes screaming in a corner and peeing her pants.

I worked the clown scene a few years, we mostly just ran around humping everything in sight (if you're scared of clowns, you're deathly afraid and it doesn't matter what the clown does, you still piss your pants). Every year, several girls would pee themselves, and every few years a girl would legitimately shit herself and have to be led through the forest back to the house to clean up.

Not a worker, but I peed my pants at a haunted playhouse last night. What's even more embarrassing is that the same thing happened two years ago at the same haunted playhouse. This year they told me, after ordering some water to...replenish my fluids, they were giving awards for pants pee-ers. I was brought to the front after being told there was a cash prize. There wasn't. Cue long walk back to the car.
TLDR: They really shouldn't serve beer at haunted houses.

We have air cannons, even after working for 4 years and knowing their triggers they still get me. We have a control room with a huge tv linked to our cameras and a remote control air cannon. A large group came through and I hit me with the cannon about mid group and this very large black girl jumped basically into her skinny companion behind her as she screamed. They both went down and she screamed for a solid minute. As she finally got up and collected herself.... I hit her again. Back on the floor with three others this time it was like watching WWE. Turns out she peed the second time. Still on video archives at the Slaughter House in Tucson AZ.

I cannot do Haunted Houses. I cannot do horror movies. I don't do scary stuff; I can barely handle "The Walking Dead", and my friends know to only do pranks that annoy the shit of me (that's easy), but not scare me (it's way easier).
I'm so notoriously easy to scare, my friends lied to me and told me that "our friends" were running this local haunted house so "not to worry" it wouldn't be too bad.
I wore a maxi pad just in case I pissed myself; that's how bad I am.
And I ended up needing it.
Then my idiot friend LOST HER KEYS in there.
What's worse is they couldn't just cancel the whole thing so we could look for her stupid keys. I refused to go back in, hoodie around my waist and looking for a port a potty to ditch the piss rag, while the actors inside gave my two leftover friends the hardest time ever looking for their keys, scaring the shit out of them THE ENTIRE TIME.
See, cause I actually had the keys, and I knew a guy from the Haunted House, so dem bitches got served.
I REGRET NOTHING.

I worked in a nuclear meltdown scene. There were blacklights all over. The ground was covered in foam that glowed under the lights. There was a knocked down 55 gal drum that I would lay in. My suit had the foam pieces all over the back. It blended perfectly.
A couple walk in, make it halfway through and I jump up screaming. Woman gets so terrified she retreats to the entrance corner. Seeing how she is terrified I proceed to run up on her scaring her more. I smell the nastiest fart... Then notice the bulge in her pants. Woman literally shit herself. It smelled so bad. Husband realizing what happened decides to punch me in the face.
Not only did his wife shit herself but he also was arrested for assault. One if my proudest moments haha.
Edit: Nightmare in Painesville (OH) was the haunted house.

a lady pissed herself and had a heart attack. I was the only one working the area she was 2 acres of haunted corn maze. I still feel bad

Im about 6'5"-6'6" and volunteered for a haunted hike and was dressed up as the slendermen. No directions on what to do, just had to scare people. I stood in the middle of a passage way the people had to go through and there was a strobe light pointed at me behind them. Also, (remember this was a hike so this was outside with dirt for ground) behind me about 5 yards is a mattress put under the dirt which makes the ground feel like its collapsing under you when walking over it. So generally the people start walking both ways around me and then about halfway through i jump at the people and they freak out. Well this was a large group of girls 15-20, and i got to the last 5... When i jumped at them they started screaming, turned around, and ran to a corner, as i ran after them and cornered them. Once of them had peed themselves, and the others seemed like they where just about to. They finally got around me, and i ran after, and as they where looking back, they got to the mattress... the first girl stepped on it, and ate the ground. The next 4 tripped over her and all landed in one big pile, eventually crawling/running out of the room

I work at a haunted attraction that's a mix of outdoor pathways and houses that guests have to walk through to continue on. My particular area is an outdoor pathway between several houses. Myself and my coworkers in the area hide in the houses and use every possible opening to pretty much crawl, run, or jump out of to surprise and scare. The doorways, the windows, the crawlspaces under the houses, you name it. One time I slid out of my hiding spot into the middle of the path and started crawling towards the group coming up the walkway just as a coworker jumped out of a window right into the middle of the group. One girl just had a total breakdown and started screaming, then started peeing herself, and then ran face first into the wall of one of the houses lining the path and broke her nose. Whole thing occurred in maybe 3 seconds. Still one of my proudest moments.

The first time I went to a haunted house at 13, I peed myself.
When I was 19 or 20, I went with a friend and her boyfriend. We were stuck in a room with an L-shaped hallway along the side and had to figure out how to go to the next room while being chased by a dude with chainsaw. Boyfriend is just hanging out, laughing. Friend and and I are running in circles, screaming. At one point the dude separates us and we run in opposite directions, then both head down the hallway. We ran full force into each other, and both fell down. I had a bloody nose, she had a busted lip. Dude with chainsaw laughed, helped us up, and then said he would wait in the corner while we found our way out. The door was in the refrigerator.

I'm not a worker but witnessed probably the most embarrassing moment of this one girls life. Lines to haunted houses in my area get pretty long, to keep the peace one year, a 6ft tall fence was put up so the line could "snake" through it, as in , walking through line, the people on your left or right would either be in front or behind you in order. The line was pretty narrow, maybe wide enough for two people shoulder to shoulder. It was cold out so people packed themselves in pretty tightly. While this one chick was maybe 3/4 of the way to the entrance, she was in one of the corner prices of fence that actors would come up to and scare you. Well this clown comes up and scares the shit out of this girl. Literally shit. Some of the smelliest shit ever running down the legs of her pink pajamas. So the girl, rather than trying to push ahead in line and finish the remaining 1/4 to the front and exist, I assume thought she would piss a lot of people off so she decided to back track and wade through the packed 3/4 of line she just covered (easily 1000 people). Probably took the poor girl five minutes to get out of the maze of fence, everyone could smell it, and you could tell where she was in line just by the groans and laughter.

Girl peed herself (scared by a guy in a ghillie suit and a scary mask pretending to be a shrub)

I didn't make a girl pee personally, but I did design the haunt she was going through. Weird thing was, the place she sat down and wet herself had no actors-- it was just a transitioning room with nothing but blacklight and leaves.

2) So since I added a magic mirror there is a line to get candy.... from a little after 6 till we run out of candy there are kids in line and their parents standing on the edge of the street, that night maybe 50 or more folks... A young teenage girl gets thru the line has her candy and crosses directly across the street away from the trash cans... It wasnt me someone yelled the neighbors have candy too... the young girl yelled back " you made me pee my pants last year" Thought about what she said dropped her bag of candy and ran off.

I did the same thing to another group of girls later that night. There was some screaming, then I heard one say, "I'm peeing... I'm peeing." Awesome.

Half way through our house one time a girl climbed up on her beau's back to ride out the terror. When they reached our "Christine" car she peed all down his back.

It's not my story but the owner of the haunt told this when I first joined. A group of girls in their 20's went through our gore haunt. the owner likes to dress up as our mascot and talks with the crowds while they wait in line. He sees them walking out of the haunt surrounding this one girl. they are all forming a circle around her and scooting towards the bathroom. He makes eye contact with one of the girls and asks " is she ok?" the girl mouths back "She pooped herself." Good day to have friends, Bad day to wear white pants.

I worked on a "Trail of Terror" for a few years. It was located in the woods with some pretty rough trails. I worked the chainsaw section for a couple of seasons. There were two of us with chainsaws on the left of the trail hiding in bushes. There was a girl up on a hill to the right of the trail. She would scream and throw a fake head towards the trail, which made the patrons turn to the right and back up...directly into the chainsaw bushes. One guy would start the his chainsaw and people would freak out, then the other guy would start his, and that when shit would go down. I saw several people pass out (guys and girls), people would push others down and run over them, one dude knocked himself out on a tree that split the path because there was a strobe behind which made it hard to see, a girl fell and wouldn't get up...her friends tried to help and she kept saying "I'm peeing". I found that black guys were the easiest to scare and they would usually push their girlfriends in front of them and run. I miss working the trail.

I made a woman shit herself. Another one I scared fell down some stairs and knocked herself out, had to be helped out of the maze and she broke her wrist. And I saw our chainsaw guys surround a woman and she just squatted and pissed herself right in front of everyone.

I was a creepy jester covered in blood and carrying a huge knife at a haunted Forrest attraction. One night i decide to go scare the people in line before they come in and see one of my friend that i know is deathly afraid of clowns in line. Seeing this as an opportunity to get a quick laugh i sneak up behind her and stand silently until someone tells her to turn around. This is when shit hits the fan... She jumps and screams, as expected, but she also punched me so hard in the face she broke my nose. Now in immense pain i go to take off my mask but shes still screaming and starts to run. She ends up tripping and knocked herself out and ends up pissing her pants and breaking her ankle.
She still hasnt forgiven me almost 2 years later.

I was working last night and was in a dark maze at a dead end. I flipped on my strobe light, screamed at a girl, scared her so bad that she fell backwards and pooped her pants. Really not a good thing to do when you've been sick all week. The smell was so awful that I vomited in my cage and got fired for it.

Another large group is going through and I let about 4 people go by me. At this point this father points me out saying "hes real...look how good he is at staying still!" and one of his teenage daughters quips back "no hes not real dad" in a sarcastic tone. They continue to go back and forth a few more times arguing over what makes me real or fake which is enough time for the people that I allowed to go by to pass into the next portion of the maze, a tunnel. Unfortunately for them, this also grabbed more peoples attention so that people are waiting/holding up the line to go through so that they can see if I really am fake or real while the father and daughter stand in front of me, turned at each other, arguing/ oblivious to the world. We are instructed to scare people forward on into the maze and I had inadvertently caused a clot in this circulatory system of fear. I then break my statue-esque pose and from a crouched position shout and slide the bucket at the father and daughter quickly all at the same time. (I had determined that people are more auditory than visual in these situations and that I didnt need to overload them with shouting, thus saving my voice. Also, I noticed how the trajectory of their "attacker" being at the knees elicited more responses than standing and coming at them.)
The father sees me and my bucket coming at him and squeals like a small girl and jumps backwards. This jumping backward then causes him to trip over the hay bales (the yellow squares in my danger zone inmage) and fall backwards into a pit of hay. As if he hadn't before, he then completely loses his cool and begins to absolutely FREAK OUT as he knocks over the mannequin and it falls on top of him. I then go back to posing as if nothing had happened as people stared on in blind fear, not knowing what to do in sensory overload. Another father proceeds to struggle with helping this father out for the next 2 minutes, an eternity given the present situation and surroundings while the daughter pisses her pants. The dad pulls the other one out and then they march on through the maze quickly. Later on, I got yelled at by my supervisor for her pissing her pants (the father complained to me) and holding up the line but whatever, it was too awesome.

Well I've never worked in a haunted house, but I witnessed something pretty hilarious. There's a haunted house that me and friends used to go to that's located in an underground parking garage. It's a pretty scary house, and once you get to the end, there's a guy that chases you with a chainsaw (the chain is taken out, just so it makes the loud sound, but doesn't do any damage). When me and my friends made it to the end of the house, the guy jumped out, yelling at the top of his lungs, waving the chainsaw around like a maniac. Well there was a group of about three people in front of us, and they seemed pretty terrified the entire time. When they saw the chainsaw, one of the girls peed all over herself and onto the concrete. One of the guys went to run and slipped in it. The chainsaw guy literally laughed out loud, asked the guy if he was alright and went back into the door he jumped out of.

Worked at Frightworld in Buffalo for a couple years. One of our houses is called Phobiaz. One of the parts is claustrophobia. This girl (who you can guess is claustrophobic) has to squeeze through, and while doing it, craps her pants and starts to vomit, all while hyperventilating. It took us five minutes to get her out and calm her down. We had to shut down the house for sanitation. Smelled awful, but still hilarious

I once scared a woman so badly she peed we pants, the entire time shouting "oh my god I'm peeing my pants! I'm literally pissing my pants right now." But that wasn't the worst thing I witnessed, it was the best.
My dad dressed up as one of the scary clowns was the worst.

We used to count people we got to pee themselves as a cause for celebration. We kept track by counting the puddles. Which leads me to my absolute favorite- a victory I can claim as my own- I scared a teenage girl so bad she grabbed her friend as she collapsed to the floor, dragging her friend down with her. As I came at them she climbed over/on her friend... then she peed.. on her friend. It was glorious. At least for me. I imagine the girl and her friend disagree. I had a woman tell me she'd had nightmares about me since she saw me the year before. That was one of the best compliments I've ever gotten.

I've personally seen a grown woman shit herself, and one person scared unconscious, it was no fun I had to evacuate the whole maze, because of one person who couldn't handle the scare.