The monsters at Edgewood have done it again. They successfully got under (or tried to cut off) our skin, invaded our personal space relentlessly, and left us questioning our life choices. Some were fast, threatening, and intimidating, while others were purely crazy.
The concession worker in the cinema was a treat of a host. She gave us a sassy welcome, throwing candy at us and telling us that if we wanted popcorn, we could eat it off the floor. When the manager (“Chip”) yelled at her to get to work, she replied, “I cut your brake lines. Have a nice drive home!” Don’t make her mad.
Eventually, the movie theater staff pulled us into the newest slasher movie being made, where we encountered a house full of crazed cannibals. There were cooky cannibals, a crackhead cannibal, and a compelled cannibal. To add to the madness, the house’s maid had a peculiar liking for cleaning up blood and expressed her disappointment that we weren’t bleeding yet when we crossed paths. Watch out for the maintenance man; he tried to convince us to wash our hands in the urinals and kept putting a toilet plunger in our faces. Gross!
The factory harbored the toughest of the tough, including the no-nonsense hasslers, entertainment inspectors, and torturers. They were direct and didn’t tolerate any nonsense. Overall, these characters were quieter but intimidating; just their presence made us feel uncomfortable. A cameraman added to the awkwardness, darting around and filming all the groups.
Standout characters included the dentist and surgeon, who were incredibly interactive, attempting dental work and securing us in a chair for an “ocular extraction” procedure. In the human confinement area, a sadistic woman dominated a group member with her coddling. We couldn’t get out of this “factory” fast enough!
The Conley family doesn’t take kind to strangers. Despite our invitation to join their feastful festivities, Mama accused us of trespassing and insisted that we all must pay. This family was the meanest and most interactive. They forced us to try the dinner they had worked “really” hard on. They also wanted us to fess up to biting one of them. They came out of hiding nonstop at us and made us squeal, crawl, and neigh like horses. The Pumpkin King found the weakest link in our group regarding spiders, forcing them to get up close and personal with giant 8-legged freaks on multiple occasions. A boisterous farmhand picked one of our members up, shaking them over a water trough, threatening to drop them in it.
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