It's an early October evening, and nineteen-year-old Kurt Walters is psyching up for his fear-mongering role as a mutilated army zombie. Soon, he'll be squatting in a darkened corner, clad in bloody scrubs and waiting to scare the bejesus out of unsuspecting teens. "It's the best job in the world," says Walters. "You go around scaring people, making them pee their pants — and you... More >>>