Children of the Corn meets the Joker and a horde of Zombies...
...and some more famous icons, like Jason and Pin Head from Hellraiser. And some lesser known freaks, like that thing from that bad SciFi channel movie, The Reaper or something like that, that involved a bus. All of these great characters met up at a farm here, in the middle of the tallest corn field I've ever seen. Enter, Scream Acres.
Wilde -- "Why are we first?"
Me -- "I was just about to ask that. Doesn't seem fair."
Wilde -- "We lost. That's why we get to die first. And look, there's the creepy guy now."
I'd never been in a corn maze before. I had expected to be in corn a little above my head, something I couldn't see over easily, but not the impenetrable walls of 17 ft. high stalks that we were surrounded by. We were shown to the entrance by Pin Head. On our left was a huge yawning alley of darkness, right next to an archway trailing ragged fabric set into the corn, with torches on either side. After a moment's debate, we opted for the arch instead of the tunnel of doom.
Once inside the corn maze, we could hear people whispering in the aisles. Then people behind us started gasping and shrieking. The big burly guy behind me said, "Oh, God! Something touched me." I knew it was only a matter of time.
Hands reached through the walls of corn to pat or prod us (that was the extent that the actors were permitted to touch us). People would step out of the corn infront of us, or be waiting in small indentions in the corn walls. As we continued on, scenes like a human butcher shop, a witch brewing potions in a graveyard, and zombies "fresh" from prom, out for a midnight stroll for brains, greeted us.
Their costumes were good. But the scariest people were simply dressed in black, crouched in the wide dirt path (just a step away from mud, as it rained most of yesterday), waiting for us to be nearly on top of them before slowly straightening so that we could see their silhoutte against the backdrop of the dead corn stalks.
And even when the corridors were clear, the sound of the stalks rustling against eachother in the constant breeze, the feel of the leaves stroking our hair or skittering across our coats, was creepy enough. Stars provided our light for most of the way.
At one point, we entered a small building. Right after you stepped through the doors, there seemed to be no where else to go. The glow-in-blacklight sign told us to move forward, so we tried and found the blackness to have a give. It was like walking between two pillows. Very firm, soffocating pillows. Of course, Wilde was first. And just as we squeezed into the blackness, Jason appeared three inches from her face.
That brough progress to an immediate and complete halt.
Of course, that didn't last for long, because very firm and insistant pressure pushed me forward into Wilde, pushing her forward where Jason appeared again, right infront of her.
Much screaming was had by all.
When we got back out, only seconds later but it seemed longer, the big burly guy behind me breathed, "Thank God it's over. I'm claustrophobic."
Later, after we have been walking a little ways in the corn, we pass a great open darkness to our right. The guy, who had taken over leading for a small ways, asked, "What's over there?"
On cue, a TRAIN turned on it's light, blasted it's horn, and started to pull closer.
More screaming was had by all.
(Even though the track was only 6 or so ft.)
After we passed some truely gruesome scarecrows, we ran into the group ahead of us. All movement forward became a crawl. Soon we saw the reason: everyone was being funnled through a broken down bus. The bus, in the corn, plus the scarecrows we'd just passed (which looked like dead people tied to broom sticks) added together to remind me of a horrible SciFi movie.
This summer we had gone to the Irish Hooley in Dubuque with my parents; Wilde and I had shared a hotel room with my parents. My dad is an insomniac, and he was watching The Reaper when Wilde and I were trying to go to sleep. We ended up watching most of it with him, and we regretted it.
This bus was THAT bus, from The Reaper, and I just knew something was waiting for us on there. Fog and shrieks trailed out of the open door.
Once we were inside the bus, visibility vanished. There was a heavy layer of fog filling in from the back, and a green/pink/yellow strobe light, which was insainly bright. The light was positioned right beside the exit door. The world was by turns green, pink, and yellow, and contained nothing but the fog filled with screams.
When we finally got to the emergency exit door, The Reaper was there, for one last scare.
Then there was the chainsaw guy, for one last last scare.
All in all, it was half an hour through the maze. I think we definately got our moneys worth.
Wilde -- "Why are we first?"
Me -- "I was just about to ask that. Doesn't seem fair."
Wilde -- "We lost. That's why we get to die first. And look, there's the creepy guy now."
I'd never been in a corn maze before. I had expected to be in corn a little above my head, something I couldn't see over easily, but not the impenetrable walls of 17 ft. high stalks that we were surrounded by. We were shown to the entrance by Pin Head. On our left was a huge yawning alley of darkness, right next to an archway trailing ragged fabric set into the corn, with torches on either side. After a moment's debate, we opted for the arch instead of the tunnel of doom.
Once inside the corn maze, we could hear people whispering in the aisles. Then people behind us started gasping and shrieking. The big burly guy behind me said, "Oh, God! Something touched me." I knew it was only a matter of time.
Hands reached through the walls of corn to pat or prod us (that was the extent that the actors were permitted to touch us). People would step out of the corn infront of us, or be waiting in small indentions in the corn walls. As we continued on, scenes like a human butcher shop, a witch brewing potions in a graveyard, and zombies "fresh" from prom, out for a midnight stroll for brains, greeted us.
Their costumes were good. But the scariest people were simply dressed in black, crouched in the wide dirt path (just a step away from mud, as it rained most of yesterday), waiting for us to be nearly on top of them before slowly straightening so that we could see their silhoutte against the backdrop of the dead corn stalks.
And even when the corridors were clear, the sound of the stalks rustling against eachother in the constant breeze, the feel of the leaves stroking our hair or skittering across our coats, was creepy enough. Stars provided our light for most of the way.
At one point, we entered a small building. Right after you stepped through the doors, there seemed to be no where else to go. The glow-in-blacklight sign told us to move forward, so we tried and found the blackness to have a give. It was like walking between two pillows. Very firm, soffocating pillows. Of course, Wilde was first. And just as we squeezed into the blackness, Jason appeared three inches from her face.
That brough progress to an immediate and complete halt.
Of course, that didn't last for long, because very firm and insistant pressure pushed me forward into Wilde, pushing her forward where Jason appeared again, right infront of her.
Much screaming was had by all.
When we got back out, only seconds later but it seemed longer, the big burly guy behind me breathed, "Thank God it's over. I'm claustrophobic."
Later, after we have been walking a little ways in the corn, we pass a great open darkness to our right. The guy, who had taken over leading for a small ways, asked, "What's over there?"
On cue, a TRAIN turned on it's light, blasted it's horn, and started to pull closer.
More screaming was had by all.
(Even though the track was only 6 or so ft.)
After we passed some truely gruesome scarecrows, we ran into the group ahead of us. All movement forward became a crawl. Soon we saw the reason: everyone was being funnled through a broken down bus. The bus, in the corn, plus the scarecrows we'd just passed (which looked like dead people tied to broom sticks) added together to remind me of a horrible SciFi movie.
This summer we had gone to the Irish Hooley in Dubuque with my parents; Wilde and I had shared a hotel room with my parents. My dad is an insomniac, and he was watching The Reaper when Wilde and I were trying to go to sleep. We ended up watching most of it with him, and we regretted it.
This bus was THAT bus, from The Reaper, and I just knew something was waiting for us on there. Fog and shrieks trailed out of the open door.
Once we were inside the bus, visibility vanished. There was a heavy layer of fog filling in from the back, and a green/pink/yellow strobe light, which was insainly bright. The light was positioned right beside the exit door. The world was by turns green, pink, and yellow, and contained nothing but the fog filled with screams.
When we finally got to the emergency exit door, The Reaper was there, for one last scare.
Then there was the chainsaw guy, for one last last scare.
All in all, it was half an hour through the maze. I think we definately got our moneys worth.