First stop was the queue area where the standard list of rules were announced, and then off we went down the straw laden path where our sinister hostess (with a British accent) asked our names and warned us of our perils. Before sending us out into the maze she shrieked out our names announcing the fresh meat was scared! A nice touch as the creatures inside whispered & called our names throughout the path.
There were frights galore spaced out consistently in the maze. Also several high-quality scenes that materialize in the field, including a disturbing meat hut, ominous doghouse, peculiar hot tub and putrid smelling garbage room all designed to entertain and keep you moving forward down the remarkably long path. Some characters blended in with the corn and just hissed at us while other tried to engage us in demented play.
It’s always pleasurable to amble through a cornfield at night in the fall. Just beware of the chainsaw wielding maniac.