MY TURN

No lions or tigers, but plenty of ghouls

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When it comes to creepy, crawly ghouls, movies, and television shows, I am a scaredy-cat.

So, at least to get a sense of The Gateway’s Camp Terror, I requested a daytime walk-through with my friend and Gateway director of development, Scot Allan.

He was comforting, sort of.

We met before lunch, with enough daylight time to ward off vampires, and started through the back of the stage, down a warren of dark, narrow aisles.

“I don’t even know what the doors are,” Allan said.

That’s comforting. “I ain’t going unless there’s a light,” was my reply.

Allan flicked on his phone and there we were, in a creepy room with lurid newspaper clips of people getting murdered on a desk, and crazily hung photos.

The umbrella stand, however, was normal.

Then, we entered Grandma’s House, complete with two bloody, mummified skeletons, with one overhead.

I screamed. (And this wasn’t at night, when the actors manipulate the ghouls to move and hover over you.)

“Have you walked through at night?” Allan asked.

“Noooooooo!”

He laughed. “It’s all make-believe,” he said. (Yeah, right.)

We passed hanging body bags, sure to bump into you at night.

(I prayed.)

We eventually emerged outside—not that it was bright—through a pallet maze. Yikes! Another body lying down. It was a blood-spattered seat here, yucky body entrails in a barrel there, a lone hand hanging on the gearshift, especially on the Gateway campus bus. The seats looked like a scene from a horror movie. We walked across a shaky bridge.

“Where are you?”

Allan peaked out by the large, dead rat, grinning. “Look up,” he said. Oh God, another inhuman body.

I sort of said hello to Fluffy, the ferocious-looking wolf that lunges forward when you pass. There was a laser area that also fogs up with things popping out, and an unsettling vortex tunnel.

Keep in mind that while I was apprehensive, about 50 actors would take their places enacting the ghosts of Camp Terror as they roam the grounds as evening descended.

There will be moaning, menace, and lurking.

As for me, I exited my walk-through in the barn theater. Oh God, it was over. But for fright fans, you won’t be disappointed. It’s at night. The effects are intense and imaginative. And so are the sounds. You have until Oct. 31. (For tickets, click on FearLI.)

Sleep well.

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