The actors were adequately spaced apart, never letting us feel neglected and left in our own company. Before entering the haunted house, we were assured the actors would not touch us. Touching was not necessary, as they used other tactics such as popping out at us, lurking in dark corners, screaming, laughing, growling, following us, asking questions, showing us a (questionable) magic trick, attacking us with a chainsaw, and banging on walls and props to interact and make us aware of their presence. We were even badgered by a bum repeatedly asking for a dollar!
Upon entering the haunted house, we were greeted by a pirate who warned us, in his pirate accent (with a lot of ye’s and such), what would become of us if we didn’t follow his orders. We knew better than to touch the rum as the confined prisoner was evidence of what happens to those who don’t comply… well, that and the human arm labeled “Shark Bait”! A creepy magician entertained us with his hare-splitting magic trick, then quickly made us disappear from his presence, threatening us all the while that we may be so unlucky as to be put in the show if we didn’t make some tracks out of there. As he presented his trick, he spoke to us with the grandiose flare of a showman. When we approached Camp Killamee, we were greeted by a counselor who wasted no time choosing one of us to be the virgin sacrifice and placed a name tag on a group member’s shirt to ensure identification at a later time. This sicko then provided a flashlight with the instructions, “Shine this on your sacrifice when the Pigman comes.” A nice touch here is that there were also bedwetter tags available. The Sad Clown, lurking in the dark, gave us quite the startle with his intense crying as we turned the corner. Soon after entering the mansion, we walked in on a woman passionately conducting a seance. There was a dark and ominous feeling as her chanting became more intense. The jolly chef was quite the entertainer and full of good cheer as he spilled one fowl joke after another.
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