I stumbled out of Black Plague, the last maze of Scare Kingdom Scream Park. I had been hooded, grabbed by plague victims, and pushed out into the bar area. Barely having had the time to take in my surroundings, I hear violent bashing against a metal door. A tiny window, a man gazing out.
Mr. Black. His rage-filled voice, shouting. Read More
It was weird to be back. Last August we were standing in the same car park, trepidation hanging in the air before the four hour torture simulation we would go on to endure. Now, the sun was setting, a group of people was chatting excitedly, and the general atmosphere was a lot more relaxed. We had heard a lot about the intricate detailing and elaborate theatrics of Scare Kingdom’s mazes, and finally, as the first stop of our UK Halloween trip, we had a chance to see it for ourselves. Read More