I’d only just crept into Lord Rancor’s home when I was swiftly accosted by some brute in a vest with a deformed-looking face, storming right at me. In between making bizarre noises and completely destroying my personal bubble, he commented, “You smell like dead roses!” A bouncy little girl in a child’s room- possibly Alice’s?- excitedly asked if I’d be her new dolly and invited me to her tea party. “I can give you a nice, pretty new necklace: a nice rope!” Needless to say, I politely declined.
The day-glo demon lurking in the electric room cackled as they struck from above with a crackling taser. Picking my way through the skeletons of the crypts, I encountered a tall, growling monster who gruffed, “You wanna stay with me?” My response of “No!” was met with “You’re going to stay anyway!”
Entering an underground lair, I was greeted by the chanting of a mysterious witch in a language I could not decipher. She soon turned and anointed my face with something wet…further inspection revealed it may have been blood. Speaking of blood, things certainly got bloody when I made it to the mansion’s very own butcher shop. “Are you a customer, or…?” the employee up front queried when I came in. Yep – totally a customer; wolf ain’t on the menu tonight! Ah, if only their boss had been as polite…he became irate upon seeing me and began barking orders like I worked there. “Pick that up now! Now put it down… now pick it back up!” he snapped, indicating a couple of body parts on the floor. He was in such a ferocious mood I just had to comply with his little game out of fear my body parts would be the next on the ground!
And just when I thought I’d made my escape from this cursed abode, some sort of gargoyle or goblin creature slipped out of nowhere, caught my wrist, and pulled me into their lair. They were almost cute – right up until I found a taser pointed directly at my nose!
There was quite a lot of interactivity going on with this cast. The first character I mentioned above made me shout a code word repeatedly, to his satisfaction, before I was allowed to continue. In the tailor’s room, the seamstress asked to measure me, and commented that my spine would make a great belt. I enjoyed a little waltz with Ambrose through the ballroom, and the cook in the second kitchen was insistent I try his food – even going so far as to hold a severed leg up to my mouth while I pretended to gnaw at it. Thanks for feeding a hungry wolf!
For being open the weekend a major festival was happening in neighboring New Albany, the haunt was covered very well by actors and I didn’t encounter too many gaps where someone- or something- wasn’t trying to scare or interact. Most characters were also quick with improv, and happy to banter when I replied to them.
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