As we walked down the sidewalk toward Dent Schoolhouse, uneasiness settled in. A little voice in our heads wondered, “Is this a good idea?” Should we just go to a pumpkin patch instead? Suddenly, we stood gazing up at the old schoolhouse, red lights eerily illuminating its sides. The caution lights on the bus seemed to be trying to deter us from entering.
Before we knew it, school was in session and Dr. Dent was waiting for us. We reluctantly wove our way through halls and classrooms, passing students being punished and teachers with paddles ready to discipline. You better not break any rules! Get to class, or you might end up cut to pieces in a locker! There was no shortage of students within the walls, each trying to escape their fate.
As we approached the steps to the basement, a feeling of impending doom filled our souls. The red glow on the steps made it seem as if we were being led into hell. Sweaty palms and the urge to run quickly followed. But we had to go down. The vibe in the basement was darker and more sinister. Posters of missing students lined the walls. Would we end up on those posters? Hanging, mutilated bodies were everywhere, some even still twitching. Would we end up like them?
Green glowing lights and the sound of water led us into a sewer. Watch what may come out of the pipes! Everything down here is no longer like us. The chapel would normally provide a sense of peace and security. Not this chapel! Leading into it, you knew God was no longer there. The fear of walking through the pews filled with covered bodies in white was terrifying. Would one jump up and take you to hell with them? Little did we know the church was much safer than where we were heading.
The students in the basement were more deranged than the ones from upstairs. Padded walls held deranged students; the testing didn’t quite go as planned. And watch out for Dr. Dent; he is still conducting his experiments. But lurking in the deepest corners of the schoolhouse, we came upon the janitor, Charlie! Could this be who was responsible for those children going missing many years ago? The darkness in his eyes and his intent to hurt us told us YES. He is still hunting and punishing anyone who does not follow his rules.
The lattice work and temporary smell of fresh air led us to believe we were almost safe. Quickly, the smell of gas and the the roar of the chainsaw engine reminded us we were not safe. We hope you like chainsaws! Surely we were almost to safety. Nope, back into the school we went! More mutilated bodies and death ensued. The smell of death and dangling corpses can even bring a seasoned patron to their knees! Ask us how we know!
The Dent Schoolhouse consistently provided scares to our group, with an emphasis on the first few members in the front. The use of overhead scares, as well as ground scares and drop panels, left us always on edge, wondering who or what would be coming at us next. The lighting, smells, and insane scenes immersed us deeply. Fear took us over the entire time we were inside. They literally pulled us out of the real world and into theirs, making us much more vulnerable!
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