Local haunt embodies gore, terror, lots of love
By Alex Bonus
Dried blood spatters the face and arms of 9-year-old Lydia Uhlar.
A jagged scar rips across her cheeks and lips, molding her mild grimace into a gruesome smile. Â While red droplets trickle off her purple dress — tattered and torn — Uhlar’s demeanor turns serious.
“Be careful of my shoes,” she said, trying to keep her blue Converse sneakers clear of stains. “This is the pair I wear to school.”
Fortunately, Uhlar’s wounds are artificial. The blood is just red paint and her scars will wash off in a few hours.