Our host, Itchy, came across as gracious and funny… at first. I suppose we shouldn’t have trusted the guy who appeared to be wearing someone else’s skin, but hey – at least he got us to Hallow Creek safely! Too bad we were the supplies the residents were expecting… uh oh. After checking in at the hotel, a lady in a black dress with mysterious markings on her face (rather humorously) gave us the laws of the town and an idea of what to expect. Our very brief stay at that hotel was an adventure in itself; many of the guests were an odd bunch. My favorite was the woman with several big, long zucchinis laid out on her bed. These were her “toys”, which she insisted on spanking us Extreme customers with. Unfortunately for her, she wound up breaking it on the backside of one of the young men in our group. Without missing a beat, angry cries of “You broke my toy!” followed and the two of them started arguing. She was still bellowing at him as we were checking out. It was hilarious; you just had to be there.
We had the misfortune of meeting the lady’s husband later. Somehow, some way, he knew I was afraid of dolls and couldn’t wait to introduce me to his doll-obsessed daughter: my arch nemesis Sally, who was waiting in her dollhouse. The result was her giggling and chasing after me for a good portion of the trail. (She touched me at one point. I about went down. No ma’am!) We stumbled into the town’s jail, where we were witnesses to a man’s execution. In Hallow Creek’s former church, a scary-looking… priestess? Witch?… marked us with blood and snapped that she was “blessing us… to Hell!” When we reached the mines, we met the Harvester, who thoroughly- and profanely- told us all about his beef with Itchy. “He’s a thief and he’s an a-hole!” Apparently, he had a bad habit of smoking the “crystals” they mined. Much later, after being separated from the rest of the group, I found the train conductor, now a trapped soul within the woods. If only he could’ve found me a train to get past those chainsaw crazies lying in wait up ahead!
The cast was pretty interactive, ready with a response to nearly anything we said to them… and that was good, because we had some guys in our group who loved the banter. No one just stood around staring or going through the motions. We saw some interaction with their sets and each other, too – Harvester and the crazy cannibal from the prior scene, in particular, played well off each other. With the full understanding haunt actors are sometimes unwell, injured, or just Not Feeling It on certain nights, I would have liked to see just a bit more enthusiasm put into some of the acts we saw.
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