Tormented screams- along with someone in our group immediately getting snatched and whisked away by a demented doctor- were early hints that admitting ourselves to FRIGHTMARE ASYLUM wasn’t the best idea! The cast in this particular house were numerous and adept at working together to create mass confusion and panic. Three patients coming at us in the same scene resulted in a chaotic blend of laughter, disturbing words, and us repeatedly being spritzed with water – it was all we could do to get out of there! Other patients writhed and contorted on worn, dingy chairs and beds. It was easy to see why they were so insane when we encountered a doctor in a surgeon’s cap angrily shouting at us and striking things while we scurried away. Another, after scaring one of our group members, resumed work on a blood transfusion… and we caught a third doctor appearing to gnaw on a patient’s entrails! Nasty!
An extra special shout-out is in order for the chainsaw actors in Frightmare: they were one of the most well-coordinated chainsaw crews we’d ever come across. We had no idea how we got out of there in one piece! We’d also like to highlight Tynk, who suddenly surprised us with tickles and creepily followed us up the stairs!
Following some thorough- yet questionable- treatments in the Asylum, we cautiously entered the DEN OF DARKNESS next. Many of our encounters with the residents of this deadly den were brief and intended to scare, but we had some interactive moments, too. Be forewarned as you’re going through: those bodies you’re staring at might not be as dead as they seem! Making our way through the house and into the courtyard outside, we noticed a young girl smiling eerily and fanning herself on a swing while another in black contorted herself upside-down and screeched at us. A blood-smeared butcher stormed out from the kitchen’s swinging doors and threatened us with a knife. One of our more memorable encounters was with the dapper young man perched above the dining room, who hopped down onto a table (stepping all over the food in the process) filled with some grotesque grub and invited us to eat. When he was asked what we were having: “Human! The eyes are the best part!” Attempting to flee from this house of horrors only resulted in another pack of chainsaw crazies coming for us. The Field’s chainsaw game was on point!
Next up was the HAUNTED HAYRIDE. Ah, a hayride… such a tame, family-friendly Fall tradition with absolutely nothing scaring the crap out of us or trying to kill us, right? Not at Field of Screams! Theirs was a rocky ride through scene after scene filled with monsters, murderers, and other terrible things that wanted nothing more than to rip us apart or keep us from getting home – and it sure didn’t help they kept locking us in there with them! The butcher and his assistants in the slaughterhouse were a great team; heralded by a spray of “blood,” they leaped on board and thoroughly invaded our space. Thankfully, reviewers weren’t on the menu that night, and we were able to roll out of there. The weapon-wielding crazies in the toxic waste scene also hunted as a pack and had us surrounded almost immediately. When it was time to make our escape, one hung on to the back of the wagon and continued to taunt us while we fled. The clowns lurking in the shadows of the Big Top followed suit, swarming us in short order as rock music blared in the background and seemed to fuel their energy.
The NOCTURNAL WASTELAND seemed to be sparsely populated and low on survivors when we passed through, but we still had some notable encounters. Picking our way through a school bus, we barely avoided broken bones from some maniac repeatedly lashing out at us with a hammer. They were accompanied by a masked little boy who was rather vicious and also kept trying to attack us with whatever nasty implement he was carrying – the kids were definitely NOT alright in here! Another character popped out and threatened one of our group members with a cleaver, then cleverly ran ahead and nailed her a second time. (He was wearing what appeared to be someone else’s face. Maybe he was looking for a new one?) Entering the Cemetery, where the bodies of those less fortunate than us were surely buried, we found ourselves greeted by a skull-painted Gravedigger. “No one’s going to hear your cries!” they shouted with wicked glee. Maybe they didn’t hear our cries – but they couldn’t miss our screams!
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