Crawford School of Terror’s cast is always a class act and they brought their ‘A’ game during our visit. These performers did not go for jump scares alone. Trust me, they are there, but they had a purpose and a character that they were channeling and bringing to life. The twenty-five or so personalities all seemed original with no copycats.
The first professor we met requested we turn in our homework, but we were not prepared. We had some back and forth banter about genetics and then we were sent on our way. Dr. Wilson did a great job of reacting quickly and naturally to our responses and candid remarks. Another teacher was surfing on her possessed desk as she screamed at us for not having hall passes and continued screaming how we would not amount to anything; I think I had her in 6th grade.
The cafeteria staff wanted us to eat some unappetizing dishes. A pig boy escaped from the cafeteria and popped up out of nowhere making a horrendous squealing noise which caught me by surprise. A cheerleader crouched up on the bathroom sink spitting out a white foam; a disgusting and unusual site. A neurotic nurse nervously and quietly said she just needed one of us to stay, providing a very uncomfortable feeling before piercingly stating she would slice us up.
Then there was Georgie. Georgie is hard to explain, wrapped up in bloody sheets he was not as scary but entertaining to watch. He seemed to pop up all over the haunt and outside of the haunt never breaking character. In the school, we also collaborated with the prom queen (~Carrie?) who aimlessly wandered the locker room, the shop teacher sharpening his tools, Margaret still hanging around, a librarian who was unhappy with our chatting, a puppeteer and, of course, a variety of screamers and growlers.
Class may have ended for now, but the scares continue at the daycare. A shadow, crazy children, and some stuffed animals were awaiting us. In The Ritual, a voodoo priest provided us some back story before entering the area where we encountered a bride, a ghost, swamp creatures, and more.
The thespians did an excellent job of staying in character and providing their dialogue in a believable manner, such as the dead bride in the cemetery – who seemed extremely upset that her husband left her and she did not know why, while another spirit wanted us to stay with her.
Detailed dialogue and intimate interactions fit each scene accordingly. It is easy to see why Crawford School of Terror passed the drama class with flying colors.
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