Boneyard is the world largest haunted house - something you have to try at least once in your life. There is no way to know what to expect, even if you had visited other haunted houses before. The experience is unbelievable, can not be put in writing….but let’s try.
At first we passed the long black corridor to meet the lady giving instructions. Everybody was thinking “Ah, it’s not a big deal…” She was explaining how to exit if you need to and we were all laughing, if only I knew I will exit earler, because the fear and panic made me feel so sick…. Then she said “It takes about 35 minutes” and everybody was: “What? 35 minutes? What the hell are we going to do there for 35 minutes” – “You will see, will seeeee….” And we entered the black hall, not able to see, we were just holding each other as strong as we can and hoping that we were going in the right direction and suddenly…..the guy with the ugly face and a big knife was all over me, I was screaming, hoping that he will go away, but NO – he was wiping the knife again and again to my face. Mr. P. said: ” Ok, man, it’s enough” and he stopped wiping…..,he was just following us. We entered the next room – two girls with bloody masks were screaming in our faces, we were not that scared yet, so we screamed back at them, they kept on following us and yelling as loud as they can in our ears, which was kind of annoying. Alright…the next room – the guy with the machete was trying to kill Mr. K., the girls were screaming and he was running to the next room. A man all dressed in black with a dark mask was behind me. I said “Please don’t follow me” and he whispered in my ear: “I am coming to get you…” OH MY GOD, I was all shaking and sweating, my heart beat so fast. I was going to break Mr. P.’s arm, I did not want to see these people’s faces, but they were coming so close to you and screaming straight to your face – they wanted you to see them and look them in the eyes, they wanted to feel your fear, they wanted to make you scream or they wouldn’t go away. We were passing rooms with skeletons, graves, dead people that suddenly jumped into us and started shrieking and pretending that will grap us or…..kill us. And when you start to think that it’s almost the end you reach the next dark corridor where you can see ABSOLUTELY nothing and the only way to move around is by touching the walls and hoping that noone will bite your arm…….. There it was – the room of death – it was very very dark and once in a few minutes blinks this strong light so that you can see the “death” is moving closer and closer to you, behind the fence of the maze. I saw the rescue sign “EXIT” and was so ready to leave. Mr. K. was thinking the same “I had enough” he only said and we knew that we want to leave. We passed the door that was supposed to be the exit and we got into another black corridor with two locked gates – none of them was going to open and save us. While we were trying everything possible to exit, we saw the “death” in front of us and I guess Mr. K. was so pissed already, he went and asked the black guy to let us go. He only pointed the maze and we had no other choice – we went back into the room of death. It was so dark and only this strong blinking light, I was trying so hard to see something that my eyes started to create their own reality and I was only able to see red spots, I was sure I am going to pass out…..
We were in front of another black, tight and very scary tunel. I was positive if I go inside I won’t be able to breath and will die, but the only other way was to go back…..in the room of death. My friends dragged me into the tunel. It was so tight and dark, I could not breath. Mr. K. was repeating all the time “I am behind you, don’t worry”. I don’t know if I was worried or just paniced or angry that the only thing I wanted was to get out of there and noone was letting me. I was so happy there was nobody waiting for us at the end of the black tunel. Instead, we passed more dark rooms with other freaks with ugly and bloody faces. We saw this woman holding a baby – all in blood, dragging on the floor in our feet and yelling “help me, help me”. And then we jumped into another maze, this time white and even…relaxing. The contrast between the black and white was so shocking that we were going into the white sheets forever. Going and Going into a circle. Finally we were out of the maze - there it was - the same choice – the exit or another black room – I have chosen the exit as I was hearing the noise of the chainsaws, I knew I can not go through them. I pushed the door marked exit and two nasty faces were staring at me. I told them I want to leave and they said “You are gonna leave through here” and pointed back the black room. NO, this time I was sure, I am not going back and passing through the chainsaws. They noticed we were determined to leave and told us to call the security guard. We asked the guy to take us out, but he also tried to convince us to go back. I got so angry, I said: “Look, I feel miserable, I can’t breath inside, it’s too foggy, I want some fresh air, we had enough. Take us out!” and he did. Mr. P. and Miss K. came back to finish “the game” – they passed through a maze with big plastic tubes that everybody was pushing aroung not even thinking that somebody can get hurt if this big tube punched you in the face. They were passing the big tubes one after another coming closer and closer to the chainsaw massacre. And suddenly they were into this huge room where everybody was running, trying to escape from the guys with the chainsaws. Mr. P. and Miss K. were surrounded by five guys with chainsaws trying to cut them into pieces. If I was there, I would most probably pass out or cry…. I was so glad I exitted on time.
We went outside just breating some fresh air and suddenly Mr. K. said – I have a missed call and a voice mail from Mr. P. He had pulled his mobile phone trying to make the room of death a little bit lighter and he called Mr. K. by mistake. The voice mail was more than 2 minutes only sinister and scary screaming, begging to “stop it” and psyho music. In 10 minutes our friends were out, shaking and overwhelmed. I couldn’t sleep that night, I was only thinking about that 30 minutes experience. This was the best money ever spent on some entertainment. We felt exausted and happy at the same time. Happy that we went through it and is finally over. None of us wants to go back there ever again. But we admit – the guy that created Boneyard is a genious… You should all go – at least once – noone is gonna grab you ……………….muahahahahahahahahahaha……………………
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I wonder who that mysterious Mr. P is?
That’s a secret I will never tell