Regrettably, our late arrival meant we missed out on a few actors, but we still found the crew to be as substantial as in previous seasons, with nearly 30 pissed persons portraying peculiar personas. Our initial encounter was quite intense, with two patients, one urgently seeking our assistance, genuinely conveying fear and panic, and not resorting to overacting. The other character is hostile, threatening her with a raspy voice and a chilling warning to stay quiet or else. The young lady, in a fittingly scared tone, apologized. Later on, they revisited their roles, providing a resolution to their intense altercation. We shared a playful exchange with them, joking that he had finally caught her. He quickly retorted, “I’ll get you too,” showcasing his sharp wit, which we appreciated.
We had several intriguing interactions with the characters on the premises. One individual sprawled on the ground, and we didn’t notice her until she shouted, “Don’t step on me; I like my ankles!” It was random and off-kilter but perfectly suited for this haunt’s eccentric atmosphere.
Some of the characters didn’t engage in coherent dialogue; instead, they communicated through screams, laughter, growls, or grunts. A peculiar character emitted a questionable “Moo!?” at us, and a withering walker relentlessly followed me, emanating chomping, screeching, and guttural noises near my ear, reminiscent of scenes from “The Walking Dead.” Michael Myers silently stalked us, and Freddy suddenly struck a pose, initially fooling us into thinking he was a prop until we realized he was lurking behind us.
Dr. Joe Bob greeted us with his characteristic humor, remarking, “Happy you finally decided to join us.” He referred to us as his “favorite sausage party” and expressed his gratitude for visiting his inner sanctum, particularly after closing time. He delved into a bizarre topic, discussing Alien DNA and allowing us to smell an Alien Fetus. He then posed an unusual question, asking if we knew what smelled worse, and attempted to persuade us to sniff his armpits. His actions and demeanor, both in character and out of character, as we were able to meet up now that they could finally close down. He is hysterical, delivering jokes with great timing and frenetic improv reminiscent of Robin Williams back in the day.
Clowns in the distance lamented that they were cold, tired, and very displeased that we had kept them late. They threatened to take out their frustration on us, and their laughter echoed menacingly. It was “past the clowns’ curfew,” and one of them inquired about the “driver,” screaming and questioning if we had gotten lost. From afar, we heard someone say, “No one wants to hear your excuses.” The clowns surrounded and berated us, yelling not to shine the light in their eyes.
Throughout our journey, we also encountered creepy voices, maniacal screams, characters slamming off walls, and others abruptly popping out of the walls, adding to the overall intensity and immersion. Even though the cast was tired and ready to go, they still put on a great show, proving the show must go on.
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