That weekend he took us plate shooting in a meadow in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by tall thick trees and a single dirt road. That was when I came to realize how horrible I am at shooting - or at least at aiming straight. We left that meadow shoulder sore, bruised, with ears ringing and smiling like fools.
We stopped at a local diner for dinner then we made our way to the nights' haunted attraction: Corner of Chaos! It was simply amazing! The attraction is divided into four themes: the wicked wagonride, wooded wasteland, nightmare machine, and barbaric barnyard. When we arrived we were greeted by a huge bonfire where people gathered around swapping scary stories about the curse of the corn, or roasting marshmallows and making smores'.
We rode a creaking wagon through a corn field with our feet dangling out, while the host drove us through broken down houses and bridges swarming with people appearing out of the corn to scare us. There was this one incident that a dead butcher turns to my cousin's girlfriend and said, swinging his butcher's knife at her: "Would you kill someone you love? Would you!" My cousin's girlfriend very casually smiles and says: "Yeah. I think I would." The guy stops dead in his tracks looking at her as if she was crazy! Or this other ocassion, as we were approaching an old firefighter station, this dead fire fighter appears out of no where and gets right into one of my cousins' friends face, their noses practically touching. My cousin's friend starts laughing and said: "Dude, you want me to hold your hand the whole way?" As the firefighter extends his hand he pulls out an axe and swings it in my friend's direction, growling. "Wow!" My friend laughs. "Is that real?" The firefighter starts laughing and hands him the axe. My cousins' friend opens his mouth in surprise. "Damn, it is!" He then hands me the axe. "Look at how sharp this is!" I laughed so hard everyone else on the wagon looking at me as if I was part of the attraction.
We passed through creaky sheds and scratchy bushes, but the worst was the corn: out of the corn would come clowns and fake snakes, girls with twisted limbs and walls that breath. It was freakishly cool! However what made the night was the last attraction (barbaric barnyard). As we were waiting in line to get into the barn we saw a man with a mask and a chainsaw chase a couple of teenage girls out the exit. Then he caught us watching him and walked up to the line, the chainsaw rattling at his side. As we were giving him the stare down he heard another group of giggling girls preparing to enter the barn and, tilting his head, he turned around - and waited. When the host closed the door after the girls, she turned to the chainsaw guy and nodded, smirking. He slowly walked up to the bard door, opened it and with a final look at the waiting crowd slowly closed the door behind him (like in a horror movie)! Suddenly everyone was silent, looking at the barn door, wondering... Until the rattle of the chainsaw broke through the air followed by several high pitched screams and heavy stumbling footfalls. We all burst out laughing! The guy was insane!
The next day we went to a another corn field and rode a hay wagon all the way to the pumpkin patch were we picked pumpkins bigger than my head. Kids were having fun carving and painting faces on the pumpkins, or playing with the horses.
Before we returned back to the inevitable reality, we spent the last of the weekend trying to find our way out of a huge corn maze with nothing but occasional hints and a drawn map (no compass, no cellphone reception, and no flashlight)...that was cool!
Can't wait for next years plans!
