Inside the building, there are 27 rooms - some with dark areas, others with bright and startling areas. Each room was enveloped by seven foot, fragile wooden walls with a secret path to the next room. Last year, the system had a hospital theme and most of the rooms resembled asylums, institutions for the mentally ill. The asylums were organized by lights flickering and patients full of blood screaming and shaking awkwardly. Other rooms had their own theme. One of the rooms consisted of a class enclosed by four walls of lockers with a teacher and twenty bloody and sticky desks with a model of an underfed, abused elementary school student. As you enter that room you can hear the teacher yelling, “Why did you fail my class?” and slamming the desks with a rusty meter stick repeatedly. It resembled the nightmare of the typical straight A’s, top ranked student. Another room was a dark library furnished with a maze of tall filled bookshelves. As you walk through the maze of the dark library, you can see a skinny, dark, and flexible figure, climbing bookshelf to bookshelf yelling, “Why are you stealing my books? Get out of here!” The finale of the haunted house was for nyctophobic individuals. There is nothing to be seen. The only way out is to feel and follow the sticky wooden wall. You become thrilled and relieved when you find the moonlight
Inside the building, there are 27 rooms - some with dark areas, others with bright and startling areas. Each room was enveloped by seven foot, fragile wooden walls with a secret path to the next room. Last year, the system had a hospital theme and most of the rooms resembled asylums, institutions for the mentally ill. The asylums were organized by lights flickering and patients full of blood screaming and shaking awkwardly. Other rooms had their own theme. One of the rooms consisted of a class enclosed by four walls of lockers with a teacher and twenty bloody and sticky desks with a model of an underfed, abused elementary school student. As you enter that room you can hear the teacher yelling, “Why did you fail my class?” and slamming the desks with a rusty meter stick repeatedly. It resembled the nightmare of the typical straight A’s, top ranked student. Another room was a dark library furnished with a maze of tall filled bookshelves. As you walk through the maze of the dark library, you can see a skinny, dark, and flexible figure, climbing bookshelf to bookshelf yelling, “Why are you stealing my books? Get out of here!” The finale of the haunted house was for nyctophobic individuals. There is nothing to be seen. The only way out is to feel and follow the sticky wooden wall. You become thrilled and relieved when you find the moonlight