An inescapable [real] nightmare. Even though it had to end eventually, I thought I was in my own personal, eternal hell which induced a minor asthma attack. I don't even think a review can do this place justice but I am going to try. I will not give away any descriptions of the rooms because I want you to be totally unaware and unprepared.
I was told this place was scary but let's be real: how scary are haunted houses? Yeah you get startled then you laugh at yourself and after 15 minutes you're out and heading back to the car. Demon House is a house filled with actual (not really) relentless demons who want to scare you to death.
The fi and I were the last group to be called on Sunday night so it was just the two of us going through. Even before getting to the house one must be strong enough to make it through the front yard. Oh you think I'm kidding? Halfway through the front yard, I found myself standing with my hands covering my ears with my eyes tightly shut refusing to move any further because I was so terrified.
The Demon House itself is SO scary that at the end of our tour as we were standing outside, the fi placed his hand on my shoulder and felt that my sweatshirt was disgustingly damp because I was sweating so much (a bodily reaction, not response, to the terror I experienced in there).
The ghosts, ghouls, demons, corpses inside the house should all be given Oscars. Not a single person was out of character for even a second and went above and beyond to scare you. I felt honored that we got a chance to mingle with them at the end (the house closed after us for the night) and if any of you guys are reading this - Bravo. Phenomenal.
Would I go back? HELL YES.