Old School in Full Effect at Fear Factory

The Fear Factory

The Fear Factory in Mt. Clemens has been in operation for the better part of two decades, but despite such longevity it was a haunted attraction that had eluded us until very recently. It was my aim for the 2015 haunt season to place an emphasis on new and never-before-toured attractions so John and I decided to include The Fear Factory in our opening night plans.

The Fear Factory was designed with a definite throwback appeal; the stripped-down presentation was propelled by dark passages, strobe lights and a deafening soundtrack highlighted by raspy voices, warbling sound fx and wailing, tortured echoes. Absent was an abundance of props and flashy animatronics but the elements that were present created a suffocating atmosphere that often left us disoriented and exposed.

Our descent into the darkness began with a classic gag when a stout ghoul lurched at us from a wall to which he had been bound by the wrists with a pair of chains. This scare is simple, effective and adaptable to almost any theme or scene. Collectively, the cast offered average interaction and fair vocalizations but was on the whole a serviceable crew. However, there was one standout who was covered in blood and professed that he could hear voices.

We encountered this demented soul inside of a chamber that contained multiple doors and he proceeded to follow us for a spell while John and I wandered aimlessly through a voluminous maze. The impish young man cackled wildly at times but otherwise muttered violent, paranoid ramblings.

We also enjoyed the pair of female tricksters near the end of the attraction who sent us in the wrong direction more than once and engaged in mind games when they warned that, “He is coming.” It was an ominous warning and one that built suspense even if the payoff was ultimately a letdown in the form of a chainsaw wielding licensed character.

The Fear Factory used various hidden doors and dead ends, staples of the old school method. There was also a vortex tunnel with a squishy bridge which we were made to cross individually and elsewhere in the haunt we traversed a room of dolls that raised goosebumps. Some of the techniques were a bit dated such as the car gag and a couple of the areas featured scant details and were needlessly expansive, but the fifteen minute journey was a reasonable length and when the attraction had concluded the positives outweighed the negatives.

Rating: 3 stars

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