The investigators of B.H.I.P.S. may not have been able to see the entities haunting the Bracken-Hart hospital, but I sure as hell could – and believe me, that was more curse than blessing. From deranged doctors and nurses to mutated monstrosities, creatures and crazies were everywhere. You couldn’t even escape them outside: several were tormenting the line (and me) as we all waited, and occasionally reappeared in the midway. Quinn, who slid about through the crowd and wore a mask full of sharp teeth, popped up frequently throughout the night. (Ever seen a slider go after people with an actual child riding on their back?! Because I can now cross that off my list.) At one point, I was offered a “shot” by Dr. Death… and let’s just say it wasn’t quite what I was expecting!
After experiencing the preshow, I was temporarily detained in a holding pen; where two uniformed security guards kept watch over me (while repeatedly coming back to let me know I was being “shunned”… for supposedly “letting the scary patient in”… yeah, totally my fault). A nurse greeted me at the facility’s entrance and welcomed me to the Institute, but that’s about as friendly as it got from there on out: a patient then burst in and attacked, setting a siren off as I was urged to board an elevator and head straight into the belly of the beast. It all went downhill from there – countless attacks from the doctors’ many vicious experiments and sinister staff members followed. Naming characters who stood out is honestly hard because so many of them were going crazy from beginning to end. I had a nurse frantically call out to “Kitty-Kitty” in Animal Testing, insisting that I was coming for him. (And resulting in me getting attacked. Repeatedly. Thanks, lady.) Someone else wanted my toes as part of their research. In the cafeteria, the cook was rather… enthusiastic… about his job, slamming plates about and bellowing that “Sloppy Joes” were on the menu that night. “Extra sloppy, just for you!” An unlikely savior came in the form of Dr. Bracken himself, warning me of the dangers ahead – particularly that of the Mother Lumpkin.
Other than the bit of silliness from the guards at the beginning- which was honestly a welcome break from the insanity that would follow- all dialogue was appropriate to the haunt’s story. Those playing insane hospital staff would mention treatment options or tell me it was time for my “appointment”. Fleshlumpkin victims, both in the throes of transformation and fully transformed, made convincing growls, screeches, and grunts. Other characters ranted and raved nonsense, coming across like they’d completely lost their minds.
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