Disclaimer: some of the cast members in this attraction use strong and vulgar language. If this is something that offends you, you have been warned. Also, these attractions are set up to allow the actors to easily move behind the scenes and scare you multiple times in the same haunt. We did experience this during our review visit, so we must disclaim that other guests may or may not experience these types of repeat encounters.
The House’s actors were debatably the most diverse at Necropolis. Each of them had something different to say, and some – especially the schizo – had more* than enough for multiple personalities! When he came after us and started fighting with himself about who’s going to work the street for spare cash, bickering about who forgot the mayonnaise, or other much more vulgar sayings’ we couldn’t decide if we needed to run away in fear or stick around for the laughs! Jokes aside, these paranoid people were very good about relating their scripts to their scenes, keeping the energy levels high, threatening us with their various props (even with a toilet brush’ successfully!), and warning us not to go any further’ you know, because that’s where the bodies are buried!
The Cemetery’s demons contrasted starkly with those in the house. These were much more intent on stealing our souls (or other body parts) and making sure we felt we were in a living Hell! After being greeted with Mama Brigitte’s promises of decapitation (and castration for any guys that scream louder than the girls), her eyes rolled into the back of her head, Baron Samedi called for his children (with his albino danger noodle in tow), and all manner of undead denizens rose from their graves – and torture chambers – trying to stop us from making it all the way through. Baron’s overshadowing declarations of, ‘Welcome to Hell, motherf*ckers’ could be heard on several occasions, and it seemed that each time he said it, the monsters got bigger and more violent. Some were crawling on the floor, others were hurdling over graves, and more were sprung from some of the most cleverly disguised hiding spots in the complex. Screams, yells, and war cries seemed to fill the air almost as much as the ambient soundtracks, which certainly kept us looking over our shoulders for where the next attack might come from.
The Dead and Breakfast’s bellhop was undeniably our most comedic encounter at Necropolis! But, you’d better brace yourself for some ‘punny’ jokes and witty back-and-forth comebacks. Mr. Robin Graves helped check us in, gave us some pointers on how to make him ‘come’ if we needed him, and thanked us in advance for the YouTube video that he was about to watch from our room! I mean, what else can you expect for a pay-by-the-hour hotel room, right? Beggars can’t be choosers here, folks. As we wound our way into room 13 (multiple times), we encountered a new set of inhabitants each time, each of which had their own distinct, crazed, or violent roles to play in the purgatory-like repetition of this ‘No Checkout’ D&B.
Ted (and his dino puppet ‘Chomp’) welcomed us to The Bunker this year, asking if we felt sick, needed a shot (neither seeming ‘rona related), or were interested in some of his pills. Be careful’ he bites! After warning us that the doctor had lost his vision, but could hear and sense any changes in the room, Ted sent us on our way to try and escape before the blinded bad guy could find us. This was one of the best cases we’ve seen of a collective cast commonly connotating a singular ‘boss’ character’ ‘Dr. Cutter.’ Crazed patients kept calling for him and asking to, ‘make it stop.’ Other patients and practitioners violently assaulted their corpses, warned us that ‘the doctor’s here,’ (and, of course, he was), wanted to scoop out our eyeballs, or drooled into each others’ mouths (we’re hoping those two are a couple, IRL). It seemed like no matter how far we made it through the haunt, he was always managing to find us’ sniffing and feeling and grabbing around the rooms trying to capture us. His all-white eyes, sharp teeth, and growling voice kept us tip-toeing through the’ examination rooms (betcha thought we were gonna say ‘tulips,’ didn’t ya!?).
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