We began our adventure through Nightmare House, and it quickly became apparent that we were not only unwelcome but irksome visitors as well. Between intruding upon a resident’s privacy, interrupting another’s movie, and insulting a smaller ghoul (who vehemently assured us she was NOT a child), we found ourselves incurring everyone’s ire the moment we stepped onto the neglected home’s porch. All was not vexation and rage, however, as we wandered further into the abode. An attempt was made at offering refreshments, though we’re pretty sure the terrors in the kitchen were eyeballing us as vittles for themselves instead of presenting us with treats.
There were even some monsters that were happy to see us – the infamous Dr. Cutter made his presence known about halfway through, maliciously sneering and lighting up the darkness with electric rods as he pounced and popped from every hidden vantage point he had access to. Grandpa seemed pleased as well, thoroughly enjoying sending us tumbling this way and that on rickety bridges while our attention was elsewhere.
The residents were a little bare bones in Nightmare House, but with what we encountered at our next destination, perhaps this was done on purpose? A ploy to lull us into a false sense of security before all hell broke loose?
Journeying on into The Cemetery of the Damned, the atmosphere appeared to explode the moment we stepped foot inside the gates. Grim grinning ghosts came out to socialize that evening with absolute fervor as we became overwhelmed from the very start. Dr. Cutter had followed us from Nightmare House and appeared to lead the onslaught of terrors that banded together to creep, crawl, slither, and leap from every tomb and sepulcher in the cemetery.
One particularly imposing figure was a shrouded and masked ghoul with wicked claws that held aloft a lantern as if to light our way. Instead of being a comfort, he would wait until we got close enough to emit an ear-piercing and horrifying shriek, rattling our nerves. Another appeared to be some kind of witch doctor who made unknown symbols and gestures around us as we moved through the rows of graves. We had hoped that, perhaps, he was blessing us, but his sinister bellow of “TORTURE!” as we rounded a corner into a dark room dashed those hopes.
Barely a moment’s peace was had during our visit, and we had quite the entourage that chased us out, hollering and cackling with ominous glee. Considering the trek we had through the cemetery, we were looking forward to some R and R as we continued into the Dead and Breakfast.
A delightfully menacing and amusing receptionist greeted us, proudly proclaiming that he had polished the rats and roaches for our arrival (how sweet?) before ushering us onward towards room 13. Once again, Dr. Cutter made himself an uninvited guest as he stalked us through one hall after another, shouting threats and terrorizing those of us who are not particularly fond of electricity.
One room 13 (yes, there are multiple) housed a masked priest attempting to exorcise the tortured woman who writhed and shrieked upon an eerily green glowing bed. However, considering he pointed his crucifix towards us our entire stay, perhaps he believed we were the source of the problem? Unfortunately, the Dead and Breakfast was also light on guests, but I’m sure housekeeping has their bodies stashed somewhere.
Our final stop for this evening was The Bunker, home of the crazed, blind doctor who had made our lives hell for the entire walkthrough. Dr. Cutter, himself, ‘welcomed’ us inside along with his receptionist, who insisted The Bunker was her home and not his. We don’t believe she’ll have a job much longer after that.
One of the slider ghouls sat in the waiting room, magazine in hand and irritated that his appointment had been circumvented for ours. We ran into him again further in, happily munching on someone’s hand and offering us a bite. As we made our way through, it became obvious that the good doctor had been busy as patients were everywhere in various states of torture and madness. One of them even tried to escape along with us, but sadly, Dr. Cutter stopped him before he could get far. The Administration section of The Bunker is where things really took off, and much like the cemetery, monsters began to swarm us from every nook and cranny. It is a wonder we made it out alive and in one piece.
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