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Mayhem & Mystery Collide at Clio Manor

Posted in 2015, Clio Manor, Review with tags , , , , , , , , , , on June 22, 2016 by bluefall8

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Clio Manor has been in operation for only a few short seasons but it was evident from our trip last fall that the gang here has made great strides in that time. Located in the back of a large building, Clio Manor thrilled us with memorable characters versed in horror and comedy alike who populated a myriad of richly detailed and interactive scenes. The journey spanned two levels, was thoughtfully paced and offered over 20 minutes of heart-pounding haunt goodness!

The fun began when we were regaled with a theatrical and comedic introduction by a man in dapper attire who called himself, Blot. He was a stringy, agile type who was skilled in many tricks of the trade; something about him put me in mind of Riff Raff from The Rocky Horror Picture Show. When he had finished with the house rules and other pleasantries, Blot led us to the top of a staircase and bade us farewell but not before he dropped a rather ominous and vague reference to someone named Roxanne.

Alone in the dark, John, Steve and I started down a hallway but were quickly intercepted by a curious fellow dressed in basic street clothes. There was something off about his demeanor, something foreboding. He communicated with us through a combination of eye movement and hand gestures. A few tense moments passed in confusion but then Steve correctly surmised that our new acquaintance had had his tongue removed; presumably cut out by the mysterious and seemingly violent, Roxanne.

Our mute friend guided us to another room where we encountered a fireman with an ax stuck firmly into the center of his chest. He said that he had been called there to suppress a fire when a crazy lady had waylaid him with the weapon. My money was on Roxanne, who definitely seemed to be on a roll. Beyond our help, I advised the fireman to accept his fate and die peacefully. In turn, he dutifully directed us through a hole in the wall.

We emerged on the other side into a series of would-be homey rooms save for the gore and gaggle of crazies who accosted us at every turn. In one room a randy temptress tried to lure us onto her bed which was occupied by the body of her former lover, some poor bastard named Sammy. The temptress shamelessly mounted the corpse and began to grind her hips. I attempted to convince John to lie on the mattress but to no avail, meanwhile Sammy was stiff for all the wrong reasons.

Next, we were introduced to Clownie the Clown a decidedly oddball character who seemed the optimal cross-section of effeminate and autistic — if you can imagine such a thing. The end result was a bizarre but likable character who told bad jokes, asked us to play with his toy box (I’m pretty sure that was a euphemism) and invited us to walk down something he called “the acid brick road.” Yeah, Clownie was weird. No sooner had Clownie left us in a room full of toys when an overgrown Teddy Bear launched itself at us from a pile of stuffed animals. It unleashed a gurgled snarl that seemed one-part aggressive, one-part aroused and then began to paw at us in a very friendly fashion.

Free from those pervy clutches we pushed deeper into Clio Manor. A darkly attractive girl was spotted ahead but she dashed off at first sight and quickly crawled beneath a bed. She soon reemerged and revealed that it was she who had dealt the deathblow to the fireman. Who would’ve thought that bloodthirsty Roxanne would be so alluring? With no weapon currently in her possession, we used the opportunity to escape unscathed.

We bobbed and weaved in and out of several scenes and then descended a staircase back to the main level of the edifice. There we meet a sweet, but creepy girl who had an affinity for human ears; she kept them pickled in jars. She even recounted her experience with a recent victim named Suzie and then introduced us to her pet, a dog-man named Sid. Sid tickled my chin and then forced John to pass a couple of playful tests before he allowed us to proceed. A few minutes later an unseen assailant tickled my ribs and then copped a cheap feel of my chest. I suspect Sid had tracked our scent.

Near the end of the attraction we witnessed an excellent diminishing point vortex which was used to maximum effect when coupled with a jump scare. The punk who delivered the surprise then warned us of someone known as The Harvester, and that’s just not the name of anybody you ever want to meet. Any thoughts of sidestepping The Harvester were dashed when we happened upon a series of makeshift cages, and those cages were occupied by people.

Suddenly, we were in the presence of The Harvester and his chainsaw. After a brief exchange of words, his limp-separator rattled to life and we fled through a narrow path as his captives desperately, or perhaps angrily, pushed against the chicken wire that formed the walls of their cell.

Rating: 4.25 stars

“Don’t fall down. If you do, I get the nibbly bits.”

-One of Blot’s, our gracious host, many warnings.

Delirium Gets Lost Inside Mind of a Madman

Posted in 2015, Review, Wyandotte Jaycees with tags , , , on June 15, 2016 by bluefall8

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As a citizen of the City of Wyandotte and an avid haunter, it would seem sacrilege to fail to visit the Wyandotte Jaycees Haunted House each fall. Indeed, since 2007 not a season has passed in which I haven’t checked out the haunted happenings of my local Jaycees. No matter the result — be it good, bad or indifferent — a trip through the Wyandotte Jaycees Haunted House has become a tradition. Last October, Delirium came to the former City Hall on Biddle and it echoed the successes and shortcomings of previous Jaycees’ haunted houses.

It was clear mere minutes into our voyage that Delirium was badly short-staffed which caused the meandering dark, empty halls to seem that much more like a gargantuan waste of space. There was scene or two with actors right off the hop but after that it was a painfully long time before anything of substance happened again; wandering through darkened passages will lose its effect if there’s no pay off and this seriously hampered the first third of the haunted attraction.

Also on the negative side of the ledger is the chronically bad soundtrack — a disparate collection of weird and repetitive screams, bestial cries and silence. It’s outdated and borderline corny. It doesn’t enhance the atmosphere or mood of the attraction, in fact, it detracts from it. The soundtrack is also deficient at covering the movement or idle chatter of the actors who sometimes need to communicate with each other. It is, in effect, a complete failure at everything a soundtrack is supposed to do for a haunted attraction. If it can’t be replaced by something more dynamic and modern, simply eliminating it would be an improvement.

Despite these setbacks, Delirium did showcase several enjoyable scenes and characters. In one room a young girl sat on a bed and tapped out an inexpert tune on a toy piano. She wasn’t pleased with our presence and expressed her displeasure when she forcefully threw a baby doll against a wall. The miniature monster did this with such quickness and violence that she gave our group a genuine shock — most impressive.

Next, we suddenly found ourselves in a large room completely decked out for Christmas. This was another authentic surprise and the overall effect was melancholy and haunting in spite of the cheerful yuletide tune that played on an unseen radio. A lone teen-aged girl roamed the room holding a small present. She was hyperactive in her love for the holiday and possessed a frenzied, strangled laugh.

Another favorite area was the freak show complete with sideshow banners and the absurd Lobster Boy. Much to our delight the freak show led us to a game of chance where I was afforded the chance to throw the head of a baby doll at some stacked bottles! With my life on the line I wound up, my aim was true and that baby’s head sent those bottles clattering in all directions. The clownish carneys who were in charge of the game were the finest actors in all of Delirium, their interaction and vocalizations in stark contrast to the amateurish deliveries found throughout much of the attraction.

There were also several other areas of note that had the seed of a good scare but the aforementioned lack of actors derailed what might have been. Included in that list were a brightly-lit laboratory that featured an empty desk, a threadbare playground and an appropriately detailed ritual scene.

Delirium concluded with an above average chainsaw gag in which we encountered the scientist who was responsible for the state of affairs. He was determined to right all of his wrongs and he was willing to get bloody to that end. Needless to say, he thought we were as good a place to start as any.

Once we exited Delirium we were introduced to the inimitable Murray the Clown who emerged as a bona fide mascot for the Wyandotte Jaycees Haunted House. The man behind the greasepaint is a true credit to the organization.

Rating: 2.25 stars

“I’ve heard of being eatin’ out but this is ridiculous.”

-My artful reaction to an enormous rat devouring a corpse

Hallowe’en Nights a Family Friendly Delight

Posted in 2015, Hallowe'en Nights, Review with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on June 9, 2016 by bluefall8

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From apple orchards and pumpkin patches to haunted houses and hayrides, Michigan is blessed with a cornucopia of fall festivities and activities. Indeed the rich and colorful history of Halloween runs deep in the Wolverine State and one event that has become a staple of the Detroit area is Hallowe’en Nights at Greenfield Village in Dearborn.

Greenfield Village, for those unfamiliar, was the brainchild of Henry Ford — yes, the Henry Ford of Ford Motor Company fame. Greenfield Village is a collection of historic homes, shops and buildings assembled by the late Mr. Ford and each October the streets and districts are transformed into a vintage Halloween celebration. I visited this event for the first time last fall with my wife and son and discovered a fun, family friendly atmosphere with playful scares and mildly spooky scenes.

The magical journey began in the Working Farms District, 1,000s of jack-o-lanterns lined the streets and served as a silent guide throughout Greenfield Village. Although not each and every last area of the village was accessible, all of the seven districts that comprise Greenfield Village were incorporated into the event in some capacity and the level of decoration was immaculate. Attention was paid to detail, the labs inside Edison at Work were alight with the signature glow of black lights; historic homesteads and shops from a bygone era featured windows and doors that pulsed with the eerie beacon of strobe lights.

The Main Street District was dominated by a carnival sideshow that included a stage performance and a photo-op with an enchanting mermaid. We pushed our way through the throngs of revelers and settled for a moment next to a large statue of Thomas Edison where I snapped a photo of my beloved wife and son.

Following a trek through Menlo Park, we entered the Porches & Parlors District heralded by a bizarre musical performance that was conducted by a pair of glowing skeletons who had taken up residence beneath a gazebo. When that whimsical oddity had concluded we braved the covered bridge that featured fog and lasers. The bridge was the most purely frightening experience of Hallowe’en Nights and I’m proud to report that my little guy never blinked in the face of fear; instead his eyes were full of wonder and curiosity.

Near Walnut Grove we witnessed a trio of oversized, singing jack-o-lanterns and became acquainted with a pair of peculiar fairy sisters, Kynda and Roodelle. As we continued uphill we watched pirates duel, breezed past a graveyard adjacent to Martha-Mary Chapel and eyed broom rentals near J.R. Jones General Store. Indeed, the various characters, mini-plays and complimentary scenes spread across Greenfield Village only served to heighten the overall mystique of this special event.

The light of the jack-o-lanterns had brought us back to Main Street where we paused for a few moments and were delighted to find that the iconic carousel was used to great effect. Old-fashioned music drifted across the intersection of Christie and Main Street while the carousel spun haunting rotations as if propelled by a ghostly hand. It immediately brought to mind an episode of The Twilight Zone titled Walking Distance in which a man is transported back in time to his childhood and pays a visit to the local carnival. This was, undoubtedly, one of my favorite highlights of Hallowe’en Nights.

Next, we were briefly routed into Railroad Junction where we traversed a spooky grove, illuminated only by the glow of several carved pumpkins — this was another one of my most favorite moments. When we emerged from the atmospheric grove, it was a short jaunt into the beautiful Liberty Craftworks District where a fun-loving werewolf danced to the tune of Lil’ Red Riding Hood by Sam the Sham and the Pharoahs. This area also sported an excellent Halloween Tree positioned just outside the Pottery Shop.

Once we had left Liberty Craftworks behind our journey was nearly complete, but not before the Headless Horseman and Ichabod Crane engaged in bit of Halloween humor in a field just off of Mill Road back in the Working Farms District.

Hallowe’en Nights at Greenfield Village is an event that I would recommend to people of all ages because there truly did seem to be a little something for everybody. There was considerable congestion near several of the candy stations, but it was rarely overwhelming and perhaps can be further alleviated if additional areas of the village were utilized for the event. Regardless, I was impressed by the overall quality of Hallowe’en Nights and look forward to future trips with the family.

Rating: 4.25 stars

The Realm of Haunted Minds Forever a Classic Treat

Posted in 2015, Realm of Haunted Minds, Review with tags , , , , , on June 6, 2016 by bluefall8

By dollar and distance it’s hard to best The Realm of Haunted Minds at the Huron Turkey Farm in Romulus. The place has never undergone a major overhaul instead change comes in drips and drabs. The country store has retained its humble but powerful atmosphere and the miniature town, just outside the haunted attraction, is still an interesting, fun and somewhat eerie curiosity that I will always take a few moments to explore. This year there was a two-story castle with an attached slide. How am I supposed to resist that?

The haunted attraction itself featured a simple but effective facade and as always has been the case, the wait to enter The Realm of Haunted Minds was very short. As it was with my most recent visit in 2013, patrons must listen to a series of instructions and rules delivered by a holographic bust that I have affectionately dubbed Ghoulface. When his booming monologue had concluded we boldly stepped through the unique iron maiden entrance.

The strong suit of The Realm of Haunted Minds has always been the application of haunt fundamentals — a solid, unpredictable layout reinforced by tight passages, hanging visual obstructions, engagement of the tactile sense and well-timed jump scares. These elements can comprise a strong foundation for a haunted attraction of any size and shape.

As we roamed the haunted attraction, the driven sound of Rob Zombie’s Living Dead Girl blared through the speakers and that, ladies and gentlemen, is always a good thing. A few scares of note included the chained zombie who broke free of his bonds near the beginning of the haunt and his cell-bound counterpart near the end of the attraction who surprised us when he breached the enclosure. Each of these scares was well-timed and seemed to be direct reactions to the taunts we had hurled at the monsters and there’s not much I love more at a haunted house than improvisation and interaction.

Elsewhere inside The Realm of Haunted Minds, we enjoyed a cretin in a sheep mask who surprised us in various ways from inside of a cage. There was also an unsettling doll shrine. And best of all was a frenzied, cackling clown who shot out of of drop panel as if powered by a piston! We would later discover this same harlequin delivering scares amidst the miniature town outside, and would you know it, he was kind enough to pose for a few pictures.

Rating: 3 stars

Psycho Path Opens the Storybook, Spins a Grimm Yarn

Posted in 2015, Psycho Path, Review with tags , , , on June 2, 2016 by bluefall8

In 2014 The Psycho Path proved that small time haunting can produce big time results en route to the Horrorlust Dark Horse Award. It was a welcome, unexpected hit and I knew then that it had ensnared me with its quaint, yet creative charm. A little more than a year later, I returned on a Friday night with John and Steve in tow. Shortly, we boarded a wagon that rumbled across a field and toward the woods that The Psycho Path called home.

The wagon came to a stop in a torch-lit clearing, we disembarked and followed an earthen path to the entrance of this unique haunted attraction. A man in dapper dress addressed the crowd, he identified himself as Wilhelm Grimm. Wilhelm, as he told it, was the author of many famous fairy tales and fables. He encouraged guests to shout out their favorite stories and once a handful had complied, Mr. Grimm informed the crowd that the stories we knew and loved were sanitized versions of much more sinister narratives. But not to fret, Wilhelm had conjured his characters in their original form and unleashed them upon The Psycho Path. He implored us to approach the doors, we entered and were transported to a realm of twisted fairy tales.

With the doors sealed behind us, we surged forward on the only available path but immediately we found that it was occupied by a slim, human-sized rabbit. Like magic a second and a third rabbit appeared out of thin air, one behind the other as the duo peered at us from either side of the first. I had heard that rabbits had a penchant for procreation but this rate of multiplicity was otherworldly. The trio of hares silently circled our party, twitching their necks in unison, each with the same hungry stare.

The remainder of of trip through the rabbit hole known as The Psycho Path would be no less strange and surreal as we encountered Alice of lore engaged in a one-person tea party, a less than welcoming Mad Hatter and the three little pigs all grown up and decidedly overfed.

All throughout this storybook kingdom were dungeons and dank prison cells that held children and teenagers captive. We implored them to explain their crimes so that we could better understand their imprisonment but many of them were beyond our help, some incapable of speech. One cell held an astounding seven or more young people, all wailed to be set free.

A witch dressed from head-to-toe in white also dwelt in this realm and had her own personal prisoners chained to the wall. The hapless girls thrashed and screamed against their bonds; upon closer inspection it was revealed that the sorceress had plucked out their eye balls. Perhaps that was to be the fate of each of the captives?

It seemed as if the fabric of reality could not endure further stress and yet Wilhelm Grimm’s Petri dish of nursery rhymes and fairy tales possessed further oddities. In one memorable passage a group of animate dolls, in various states of disrepair and degradation, begged for our assistance. One twitched in robotic spasms while she meekly pleaded for help, another, scarcely more than a torso with a head, merely seemed confused by the state of her sad existence. Nearby, an agitated, ham-fisted doll maker lamented the failings of her creations.

Still, the weirdness persisted. In one corner of Mr. Grimm’s imagination we crossed paths with an alluring mermaid who spoke not a word but flashed us a welcoming smile and a come hither glance. But at this point we trusted no man, woman or mythical creature in the entire nightmarish narrative.

No sooner, we were waylaid by a monstrous saber-tooted rabbit! I couldn’t help but wonder if it were he who had sired the triplets that we had encountered at the beginning of our journey. However, inquiries into genetic testing had to wait as we dodged the horrible hare only to be accosted by an aggressive, single-minded girl who repeated posed the same question and demanded one answer.

Suddenly, we stumbled into a throne room and there sat the evil queen. Several captives attempted to make a break for it at the sight of us but the chains around their ankles held fast and jerked violently once they had reached their length. In response, the shrill queen bellowed for an executioner to be made present and he was heralded by the sound of a chainsaw.

The 2015 incarnation of The Psycho Path was a fun, fresh theme and employed a veritable army of actors cast in a multitude of roles. Although the acting could use some polish and a lesson or two in improvisation; the overall costuming and makeup is among the best we’ve witnessed at an all volunteer haunted attraction. It’s hard not to be in love with the location of The Psycho Path — it truly enjoys the best of both worlds and the haunt itself should provide fertile soil for many moons to come.

Rating: 3.5 stars

“Do you believe in fairies? Do you believe in fairies?! SAY YOU BELIEVE IN FAIRIES!!”

-A rather pushy girl near the final dungeon inside Wilhelm Grimm’s dark fantasy land

Season Sparked by Past Tense After Dark Haunted Triad

Posted in 2015, Past Tense After Dark, Review with tags , , , , , , , , , , on October 29, 2015 by bluefall8

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We rolled into Past Tense After Dark and were immediately struck by the immense waterwheel that adorned the cider mill. The night sky shone bright with stars, the fall air had just the right amount of bite and thrill-seekers swarmed the farm like insects. The nocturnal activities at Past Tense After Dark included the Cornmaze of Fear, Hayride of Despair and the marquee attraction, House of Horrors.

MIND-BOGGLING MAIZE

John and I started for the rear of the property and soon found a massive field of corn sprawled out in front of us. Prior to entering the maze we were warned by the keeper of the corn that the trek would be a long one, possibly in excess of an hour, and were additionally cautioned that should we become too terrorized we could resort to using a safe word. But honestly, John and I would never stoop so low.

The Cornmaze of Fear was certainly large  and confusing and featured a variety of dead ends. A team of strategically placed scarecrows loomed ominously above the stalks, keeping a watchful eye on all who braved the corn. A handful of live actors also patrolled the maze although they were more concerned with providing a scare than aiding us in our quest to best the maze.

In one memorable moment, we crossed paths with a small group of teenagers, one called out to a friend who had become separated from the pack — Tiffany. After a couple of attempts the unseen Tiffany answered back but any thoughts of a reunion were cut to ribbons when the chatter of a chainsaw tore through the night. I like to think that Tiffany will be among the scarecrows next year.

We never did find the proper exit but did manage to navigate our way back to the entrance.

Rating: 3 stars

HOUSE OF HORRORS A TRIUMPHANT BLEND OF STYLES

House of Horrors is the marquee attraction at Past Tense After Dark and was an eclectic fusion of haunt tropes that resulted in an highly enjoyable, unique experience. The adventure began on a wooded path, fog drifted through the air which carried the distant shrieks of fellow thrill-seekers. We walked past a humble cabin and then through the heart of a mausoleum were one well-placed creep gave us an unexpected fright.

Following several twists, the path choked us into a building — a hotel with more in common with the Stanley than the Ritz. A disfigured bellhop bounded in our direction with a level of enthusiasm that inspired a degree of unease. He led us to an elevator and closed the door behind us; a bumpy ride ensued. When the shaking ceased and the door had opened to a new floor we were greeted by an attractive woman; her role at the hotel was unclear but not unwelcome. We were led through a couple of finely detailed hallways toward the back of the building.

A vortex tunnel stood in our path, once clear of it I paused and looked back at the structure from which we had just emerged, it appeared to be a charming abode. We would later learn that it used to function as a greenhouse. Our stay outdoors was short as a larger building loomed before us, and from its bowels echoed strange sounds. John and I entered and were immediately swallowed by perfect dark. We groped blindly as a loud, bizarre cacophony of noise bombarded our ears. It was an aural assault that suggested the gadgets in a science lab had gone haywire all at once or perhaps it was the surreal language of the planets captured by precision instruments. No matter the case, the effect was disorienting and nerve-wracking.

Something furry brushed against my lips and I thrashed in the dark. A rhythmic thumping could suddenly be heard in the distance and it increased in frequency and intensity working in concert with the weird space orchestra that laid waste to our collective psyche. The whole affair was surreal, creepy and unsettling — and there was more of that to come.

Deeper into this House of Horrors, we cautiously navigated a corridor of decapitated heads, each hung from the ceiling. We were in the thick of these suspended death masks when a series of faint whispers began to grace our ears. The heads were talking, possibly plotting and they were all around us! Neither John nor myself had any desire to become one of their legion, so with our own heads on a swivel we ducked and dodged our way out of that most macabre menagerie.

But it was the classic out-of-the-fire and into-the-frying-pan scenario as we were soon cornered by an odd old man who can be best described as a cross behind a fisherman and Gollum from The Lord of the Rings. His appearance was accompanied by a quirky soundtrack that left me with the distinct impression that the country folk had bred with carnival people. He croaked a few threats or warning or perhaps a combination of both and it was almost enough to distract us from the fact that in his left hand he held a large hook and on that hook was a double-headed baby and that freakish tyke had a twitchy arm!

There was also a brightly decorated clown area that was adorned with all sorts of old newspapers, one headline read:

KILLER CLOWN ESCAPES FROM CIRCUS, WHO IS THE MAN BEHIND THE MAKEUP

We figured it was likely that this Man Behind the Makeup was the same guy responsible for that ghastly collection of chattering heads and decided once more that ours were best left between our shoulders. We departed the clown archives but before House of Horrors was finished with us we had to survive a one-of-a-kind ambush from a gaggle of teddy bears that was equal parts hilarious and shocking.

Rating: 4 stars

HAYRIDE OF DESPAIR A FUN MIX OF HORROR & HUMOR

As we waited for one of the final wagons of the night to arrive, we swapped stories of haunting with a friendly, knowledgeable employee named Nick. These impromptu conversations are the unsung heroes of any haunt outing. The night had grown late and with the passage of time the temperature had steadily dropped which made the collective body heat of a packed wagon a welcome treat. We thanked Nick for his company and boarded the wagon to parts unknown.

The group on the wagon revealed itself to be active and boisterous; the kind of folks primed for the kind of scares that the Hayride of Despair had to offer. Indeed, the very first scare was a simple flying prop that lunged from somewhere just above the cornstalks and momentarily seemed as if it would plop right down onto the head of one of the shrieking thrill-seekers.

The hayride pulled guests around the perimeter of the corn maze and revealed a series of platforms where various scenes were in progress as the wagon lurched forward. One of the highlights involved a farmer who experienced a handful of trouble from otherworldly visitors. He shouted and pleaded with anyone who would listen that he had no desire to have his brains eaten; his rant concluded when he comically proclaimed that Steven Spielberg’s E.T. was a woefully inaccurate depiction of alien beings.

As the ride continued a collection of ghouls began to board the wagon and they were not quick to depart, in fact the majority of them stayed aboard for the remainder of the trip. A few of the monsters even brandished weapons which included a chainsaw or two which made for some fun and interesting moments on a tightly-packed hayride; a body or two could be found writhing on the floor of the wagon.

The Hayride of Despair wasn’t terribly long but it was of fair length and featured a fun and frightful mix of humor and horror. The vocal occultists near the end of the path, who threatened to pull riders from the wagon, was a fun and lively touch.

Rating: 3 stars

Tunnel of Terror Conjures Ghost of Halloween Past

Posted in 2015, Review, Tunnel of Terror with tags , , , on October 23, 2015 by bluefall8

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We toured the Tunnel of Terror on just the second night of operation and while it was admittedly light on actors the Rochester Jaycees long-running trailer haunt did induce a nostalgia for the humble heyday of the haunted attraction industry.

The Tunnel of Terror featured a guided tour of sorts; a trickster ghoul haphazardly led us through the coiling darkness by the sound of his voice and with the aid of a small flashlight. He disappeared more often than not to shout basic orders and offer humorous, albeit deliberately obtuse observations.

The trek was punctuated by oppressive, pitch black halls and several jump scares; I was pleasantly surprised to hear a sound system in use which is too frequently ignored at non-profit organizations.

The Tunnel of Terror was a brief haunted attraction that clocked in at under five minutes and due to space limitations did not showcase many scenes but we did like a small toxic waste area that emitted an eerie glow and also enjoyed a creepy doll room; although an inventive scare or interesting character in the latter would’ve smacked an excellent exclamation point on the whole experience.

Rating: 3 stars

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