For this specific haunt, I consider there to be two atmospheres, one outside on the street where you do most of your waiting, where the scaractors entertain and terrify in the cold night air. Where there may not be much that screams “haunt,” but it’s still amusing; and one once you get inside, to its inner queue, where neon walls depicting freaky faces and other horrors tell you that you are not in some hoity toity luxury apartment in the city that never sleeps. Loud, ominous music plays as you hear various machines going off inside, causing your heart to race. You just have to get off the street first.
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