A colossal cast of creepers had taken over this scream park, and even when you weren’t inside the haunts, you were never completely safe! In addition to the horrors in the houses, a good number of monsters also roamed the grounds. Among the ones I spotted were movie characters (Art the Clown, Michael Myers), multiple clowns, a ghillie suit monster, and chainsaw maniacs. I was fortunate enough to avoid their attention… but many other patrons weren’t so lucky!
THE HORROR FIELDS: There were more maniacs prowling than I remember from my first visit, and they did well with working the maze. Characters ranged from more movie monsters (Jason Voorhees, Ghostface) to some a little more original (skull-faced jester, chainsaw-wielding clown). This cast wasn’t the most interactive with groups, but they did play off of each other to achieve scares. Right off the bat, a nasty nun threw me under the bus, calling out to the aforementioned clown: “Chainsawww! Come and get her… hurry!” Other dialogue included evil giggles (clowns), sudden grunts or shrieks to startle customers, threats, and taunting. One character asked where I was going, then stated he’d give me a whopping ONE second to run. “… ONE! Here I come!” Yeah, I skedaddled.
UNDEAD UNDERWORLD: Quite a few grim ghouls and reapers lurked in the shadows of the caves, with many so cleverly concealed, you wouldn’t notice them… until they wanted you to! They were also creatures of few words, limiting their dialogue to guttural hisses and growls and bizarre chanting. I did encounter one who waited for me up ahead – when I drew closer, they laughed and scurried off to sight unseen! (When actors are close to groups, some menacing words- whispered or growled- would help to make this house even more unsettling.)
FREAKSHOW: A good-sized crew of creepy clowns inhabited this fiendish funhouse – both inside and outside! While waiting to enter, I spotted Sketchy hanging out with groups, taking photos… and stealing the occasional scare. He noticed me watching and gave a little goodbye wave before my group went inside. “It’s playtime!” one clown girl delightedly sang out upon seeing us. She, and another female clown, continued to interact playfully as groups made their way through. Most of the other clowns only cackled loudly in attempts to startle, or honked horns in lieu of dialogue. We did encounter an *irate* male clown with facial hair, who didn’t care much for our sluggish pace. “KEEP. GOING,” he bellowed, and continued to take his bad mood out on us as we scooted past him.
ACRES MANOR: This mysterious mansion had a reasonable number of spectral lords and ladies occupying it, along with their hired help. Shortly after I entered, a staff member in the dining room cordially- if not a bit sinisterly- invited me to “Stay for dinner?” Another chastised, “You’ve been invited, awfully rude of you not to stay! You’re first up on the menu!” (Well, that confirmed my suspicion – I *was* dinner.) Stepping into a nursery, a lady demanded that I “play with her baby!” but let me tell you… that child had seen far better days. Everyone in here seemed to want to keep or eat me and didn’t deviate much from that. “Would you like to stay forever?” one spirit inquired, and was responsive to my “no ma’am”. “How disappointing,” she frowned.
CANNIBAL CHAOS: The family of farmhands occupying this sinister slaughterhouse numbered just enough to keep it adequately covered. In addition to the hillbillies you’d expect, the cast included some surprise characters – like the big, scary steer! Holy COW! The matron in the farmhouse kitchen didn’t appreciate my intrusion, and snapped that the “cannibals would eat me, and cook me up like a human stew!” Another young lady pleaded with me not to leave, because “we haven’t had dinner yet – we’re sooo hungry!” Sorry ma’am, no Bacon for you. A tall, dark-haired good ol’ boy, seeking to stick me like a piggy, wouldn’t let me off the ‘hook’ as easily as the others… he jammed it into the wall and blocked me from the exit!
HANNA HAUNTED HAYRIDE: As our wagon rattled and rolled through the trees, I noticed the woods were kind of light on night creatures lurking within them. We did come across some fun freaks, though! The wicked worshiper- backed by a towering, booming demon- was an interactive standout, shrieking at us to “Save our souls!” When one brave rider asked about her own, she snarled, “I don’t have one!” Threats of devouring our flesh and blood followed, along with “You’re all gonna die!” as the wagon pulled away. (Man, that chick was MEAN.) A shaggy werewolf paced along one side of the trailer, growling, then climbed on the back and let out a low howl. Later on, we had a run in with a camp of rednecks, one of whom was eager to show off the ‘tools’ his family liked to play with. (He asked if we could guess which was his favorite. One guest’s answer of “a hoe” got the whole wagon laughing.)
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