A mile is a lot of space to fill, and fill it they did with a host of all-volunteer, mostly student actors. We met up with a full complement of characters: a coven of cackling witches and their pet (or their familiar?) wolf Bingo, a gaggle of clowns who shrieked with excitement when we agreed to play with their dollies, malevolent scarecrows, piggo-headed farm freaks, cannibal cooks, and cinema icons Jason, Michael, and Leatherface.
The cast hit us with a little bit of everything. They screamed, laughed, whipped around weapons, touched us, did the silent staring thing, stationed themselves overhead so we had to duck under them, and several times stalked us for a crazy long distance.
Crazy Dolly welcomed us to the trail, demanding to know why one of us was foolish enough to wear new white sneakers, beckoning Jason out of his shack, and making us skip down the path with her holding hands! Whether planned or not, following up that loud, aggressive character with a soft-spoken specter who gently inquired if we’d like to take a little forever nap in the cemetery was an inspired contrast.
Later, Killbilly welcomed us to the cannibal family by feeding us right off a recently used cutting board. Compliments to the cook. Those were some well-seasoned, skillfully grilled slices of long pig. The Soul Collector tried to make good on its name. And we suffered through more than one frenzied multi-chainsaw attack, where they waved their power tools around like Bruce Lee whipping nunchucks and then dragged them all over our limbs, backs, and bellies.
Compared to last year, we noticed a marked reduction in simply getting screamed in our faces, in favor of more significant interactions. The cast brought it! They made that long mile a blast instead of a blah.
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