Even though he was delivering us to our doom, Itchy sure was an entertaining host. He informed us he was supposed to have a microphone, but… joked?… that they took it away because he “ran over a few people”. The newsie-looking character near the start of the trail was fantastic: creepy and a little crazy, yet comical at the same time. “Everybody here you’ll meet tonight is completely insane,” he warned. “There is no helping them. There is no saving them. There is no ‘I can fix them’!”
Boy, was he right about that. I’m not entirely sure what happened to this town to make everyone this nuts, but most of the people- and those who weren’t quite human anymore- were completely unhinged! The first shop I walked into had me promptly accosted by its excited shopkeeper, half-asking and half-shrieking if I wanted to buy any of her goods, then lamenting that I had “no one to sacrifice for it!” when I tried to do some shopping. Some random psychopaths discovered me roaming in their woods and delighted in both tormenting me and demanding that I “let them out!” I eventually found my way to the town’s execution chamber and was informed the man in the chair was being sentenced to death – but it was on me to flip the switch! (Which I did. With gusto. Before I was even supposed to do it… hey, he was talking smack and I was eager to fry him.) A bloodied, frightened woman in a room with a disturbing amount of old clothes and blood-stained sheets tried to lead me to safety, speaking in hushed whispers about a lurking murderer and warning me to keep quiet because “she” could hear everything. Unfortunately, the killer did make an appearance in the form of a lady in black bearing an unsettling smile. Somehow I wound up with her knife (and wet blood all over my hands), then she took it back and insisted I had to stay because she “needed more skin!”
Despite how increasingly morbid things were getting, not all interactions were scary. After reading my palm, the priestess in the church said I had a good future ahead of me… except I would own “42 cats and smell like cat p*ss!” As I was leaving, I heard a parting shot of “Cat p*ss!” shouted after me. I was cracking up. A pair of young girls caught me on the path and we linked hands for a game of Ring Around the Rosie. “Ashes, ashes – we all fall DEAD!” they sang and shrieked. Geez, even the kids in this town were cursed.
Yes, not all interactions were scary… but this last one sure as hell was. Another girl outside of Sally’s house handed me a doll’s head, which should’ve been my first hint that wasn’t a place I wanted to enter. I went in anyway, because I’m a haunt reviewer and we do stupid things like that. “Sallyyyy! It’s time to play!” “Sally” was an uber scary life-sized doll with a porcelain face and a black and white dress. Chuckling creepily all the while, she was happy to give chase when I booked it out of there! No ma’am, I don’t do dolls!
There were definitely some interactive moments along with the scary ones, but I would say their cast was about 50/50 between those who fired right back at me when I spoke up and those who kind of acted like I hadn’t said anything. Don’t be afraid to banter with customers! Any dialogue used should also match an actor’s costume or role in the story. Hallow Creek ain’t a normal place anymore and no one who still resides there should sound normal either.
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