For the space within the haunt, there seemed to be an adequate amount of characters. Our first stop landed us in a small room with a deck and a ghost hunter. Something seemed a bit off with her, but we learned about the ghost problem and even got to try out some ghost-hunting equipment.
Walking down the hall between cells, it was fun to try to guess which cells were empty and which cells had a “friend” waiting on us. Add intense music, heavy fog, lighting effects, and escaped actors running at us in the hallway, and a new fear was unlocked. We had characters banging on walls with their hands and with whatever weapons they happened to have on hand. We saw more than one actor climbing the bars on the cells, and hovering above us over partitions. We were put into situations where we shared a cell with some questionable ghosts/people who tried to play off as being helpful and kind, but just beneath the surface, we could tell they were menacing. Maybe the severed leg they were cradling like a baby or the cackle in their laugh felt a little out of control.
Others were aggressive right from the get-go, and all we could do was hug the wall and hope they would soon lose interest in us. We found ourselves in some bizarre situations, with being asked about Franklin, then being whisked away closer to the basement for our safety, the one place we were already told was the epicenter of some unseen evil. We heard screaming off in the distance but were also screamed at “up close and personal.” We heard growling and even a few hard-to-place accents here and there. At one point, some fella in prison overalls had us lined up against the wall for inspection as part of some sort of intake process. We made a few new friends who invited us to stay and play, but we felt a strong urge to keep moving forward. We still aren’t sure this was a good plan because, in one part, we watched a scared nurse “turn” right before our eyes into a new member of some kind of evil group. We had characters walk up close to us from the front and middle of the group. We were also followed closely as if WE were the thieves that needed to be monitored! We somehow found ourselves guests of honor at a human BBQ, and let me tell ya, these folks are starving! Not only did they say so, but one guy was eating the toes off of a still-cooking body!
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