Unfortunately, the cast of Brimstone was few and far between on the evening we visited, and this was first noticed on the Haunted Hayride. Our first stop on the hayride was Brimstone Penitentiary, where we were accosted by two escaped prisoners – a threatening, raving woman who stalked the passengers and a clown-faced inmate sporting a very long, glowstick-esque booger he enjoyed pulling out of his nose and shoving in people’s faces. This seemed to set the tone of the ride where when we were boarded on our adventure through the corn, it was by two scare actors that yelled, threatened, growled, cackled, and even just had a seat for a few minutes to enjoy our company. The expected characters were there, sporting clowns, deformed mutants, crazed butchers and mechanics, and chainsaw-wielding madmen. There were two standout performers on the hayride, one of them a Headless Horseman astride what appeared to be a beautiful painted horse that stalked our crew quietly, holding his eerily lit head aloft. Another was a crazed and, possibly undead, mechanic who wore a smashed-out welding mask, his green glowing and ghastly gaunt face easily visible in the darkness as he intimidated us.
The next stop was Brimstone’s haunted house, Psychosis. Unfortunately, they appeared to have even more of a skeleton crew than the hayride. Other than the enthusiastic guide that smooshed us into an elevator with glee before releasing us into the chaos, we didn’t see many others. Those we did see were crazed and bloody but, unfortunately, didn’t grace us with their presence for very long. The ending housed someone wielding a chainsaw, but he did not give chase; he only revited his machine and stared daggers at us from a corner.
We ended our evening, making our way through the newly re-christened Bog. One of our most entertaining interactions of the night occurred here, where a disheveled but still sharply dressed chap tried to get the leader of our entourage to take the fall for him stealing alcohol from a saloon we eventually found ourselves in. Needless to say, the bartender did not believe his tall tale and reprimanded him sharply for trying to place the blame on us. Things were a little more lively on the trail, and we found ourselves running into a few interesting characters. We were harassed by a group of students as we wound our way through rusted and abandoned lockers. A cloaked Nosferatu that slunk through the darkness told us that we smelled delicious as he invaded our personal space, sniffing us. An overly aggressive trick-or-treater badgered us for treats and didn’t seem to understand that we had none to give, screeching feverishly to hand over our candy. With how hyper she was, it’s safe to say she had had more than enough candy for that night.
Brimstone’s trail is quite massive which means that, unfortunately, there is a lot of ground to cover. So, much like the rest of the attraction, there were not many monsters we encountered here. However, the ones we did run into gave a quality and entertaining performance.
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