A Man's Home is his Castle

So, I was hired to work on a feature film called "Fear House." It's your basic horror film. These people come to this house and the house kills them based on their fears. It's great. And we were filming at this castle in Lancaster. I mean, how exciting is that. A castle! In Lancaster! Now, it's not your typical every day run of the mill castle. It's not the kind of castle that Count Dracula lives in, where's it perched upon a great mountain and overlooks Transylvania with doom and leachery. But it is a castle nonetheless. It's made of stone and brick....has a simple turret and sits on a 1,000 acres of land out in the desert. And this was my home for the weekend while I worked on the film "Fear House."

My first impression of it was awe. I mean, it is a castle after all. And what a great little place. Fire places, alcoves, a dank, dark basement...and a huge moose head that looms over the living room when you first walk in. It doesn't get anymore gothic than that, right?

So even though I was only there for three days it was such a small little adventure. I become friends with people there so quick since we were there day and night with each other. Of course, at night, the wind howled through something fierce. But no castle is complete without the a frightening horrible wind!