Consistent with wandering into an ancient system of evil-filled underground catacombs, the first section (‘Ancient Evil’) was sparsely populated with actors. We did cross paths with several cloaked creeps within, but their dialogue was very limited, as were their interactions with us after their initial reveals.
After some brief banter with a ‘no-name’ lady in the lower level of the Voodoo house (whom we’ve dubbed ‘Scare-tographer’ due to the camera bag she carried around), we then found ourselves encountering some cantankerous Cajuns in ‘Laveau’s Curse.’ Their mutterings and promises of turning us into alligators (like the swamp girl’s husband) left us passably convinced that we were cursed by the time we made it out of the bayou.
Little did we know that the zombies in the above-ground graveyards would be the most ferocious foes at Fear Fair this year! One, in particular, was jumping around over our heads, and his vocals’ well’ we’re still not convinced that THAT one’s not actually dead. Our skin is STILL crawling from that awful-sounding growl that he had!
An anxious archaeologist was our cue that we’d entered the new Egyptian (‘Ramses’ Wrath’) area (aside from the sand under our feet’ but more on that type of stuff in ‘Special Effects’ below). Here, we begged and bargained with the Queen of Egypt, narrowly escaped a sassy sphynx, and cooperated with a conniving crook to plot thievery of the Queen’s gold. (We saw this guy several times throughout the haunt, so we aren’t sure how many guests experience this type of interaction or not. But, it goes to show that a select few of Fear Fair’s crew are experts at creating personalized experiences with guests’ particularly if said guests are equally interactive).
The last section (‘Rockford Riot’) takes place in a maximum-security prison setting. Despite us missing the warden’s presence (RIP), the freed felons that hadn’t escaped yet kept us on edge. That is, until we met some comedic relief from ‘Peaches’ n ‘Schitts,’ which are Fear Fair’s resident ‘colorful’ convicts. Let’s just say we hope you’re alright with being the little spoon and singing yourself to safety!
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