Walking apprehensively through the entrance, it didn’t take long for my group member and I to encounter C.U. Splatter, a sort of icon character for the attraction. He provided us with some warning as to what was really taking place within the woods, along with some ground rules for our experience. (He may have also been operating under a pseudonym… let’s just say he had a very tight connection to a famous killer who once stalked the streets of London. I wouldn’t trust him!) Nor was it long until we encountered Cain (please forgive any misspelling), who appeared to be the leader of a clan of vampires.
After we watched him victimize one unlucky lady, the rest of them began materializing from out of nowhere and surrounded us! Progressing to a butcher shop, the female “employee” out front requested my name – only to pass it along to the gruff, aggressive Butcher when he bellowed “What’s the ticket?!” Uh oh… time to skedaddle before I was on the menu! The horde of hillbillies next door were frightfully fun, striking a nice balance between amusing and interactive to crazed and threatening. (We watched one straight-up tackle another! Damn!) This bunch worked their scene well and you could tell it was basically a big playground for them.
At the boat dock, a member of our group was enlisted to help generate some chum to feed the “fishes” (a.k.a. SHARKS) and coerced into pressing the button that dropped some poor trapped soul into a meat grinder! Various snarling, hissing, screaming creatures, and entities stalked us at various points on the trail, emerging from the shadows of the trees. A military character barked at us to make haste through the bunker that seemed to have spawned many of these nightmares. Cautiously stepping into the Madame’s voodoo shack, I was personally asked to tap into my soul and select the potion that most spoke to me – too bad the one I selected only foretold “death, despair, disease! Isn’t that wonderful?” Uh… I guess? It ain’t the woods if you don’t encounter a Wendigo at some point, which we did and they were one of my favorite beasties in the haunt! Thankfully, they seemed to pick up on that and chose not to devour us.
The cast was numerous throughout the trail and there weren’t a lot of gaps where someone or something didn’t come at us, including transitions between scenes. I have to throw in some love for the roamers out front, too: Bozo, the red-haired clown, was absolutely hilarious and had a response for anything you said. Other clowns roamed the square, like Crash, who frequently slid about and threw sparks to scare groups. Later in the night, we found The Ringmaster. I would say he was a little *too* charming… he’s another one I wouldn’t trust (as if the fact he carried a big *ss whip wasn’t enough reason!).
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