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| - This review is based mainly on my experience at Fright Dome.
After having my own frightening adventure in the parking garage, I proceeded with locating my friend -- whom I thought was at the Fright Dome tent entrance -- by following the numerous signs plastered on pillars in the Circus Circus parking lot. Turned out she wasn't there, but she was at the Fright Dome entrance inside the casino. I inquired about this location to a female employee who told me that I had to go to the tent outside. Makes me wonder if she was really an employee or pretending to be one for Halloween. Both a security guard I spoke to at the tent and my friend said that customers could buy tickets and enter from inside the casino. *cue string of expletives*
The fantastic customer service doesn't stop there. I eventually met up with my friend and we both headed to the ticket booth. Both of us had these coupons for $10 off regular admission prices ($37.95). As we're about to tear off the $10 coupon , the two women working at the booth simultaneously yelled at us, "No, no, nah-uh!". The disgruntled one told me that they won't accept the coupons if we tear them off. Puzzled and irritated, I gave her my coupon and paid. After paying, the disgruntled employee mumbles a bunch of words to me that I didn't bother asking her to repeat.
We enter and go through security. Immediately after we're both blinded by strobe lights and deafened by pounding techno music blasting from the speakers; we were in a state of confusion, and I had flashbacks about raves I attended when I was a teen. We observed exhausted looking midgets wearing face paint and tutus chilling on the sidelines, while other costumed actors wandered around scaring visitors. By the way, the chainsaw scare tactic gets stale real fast, and the stench is bothersome. I don't want to think about what kind of funky, cancer-causing odors I was inhaling that night.
We went to Camp Massacre, Ward of the Dead, and some Halloween Maze. I'll state it right now that the scariest part of each of the mazes were metal barriers for the lines. The barriers were crooked and narrow, and their "feet" could increase the chances of tripping if you're not careful. If anything I was scared about tripping and falling.
Maybe I don't scare easily, but these mazes were predictable. I knew that creepy dudes wearing face paint were around every dark corner we turned. They were constantly breathing down our necks and grunting "sweet nothings" into our ears. Both my friend and I agreed we felt like we were getting hit on the whole time. Back to face paints. Zombies and mental ward patients don't normally look like they're going trick-or-treating; rather, they should look like they want to eat my face off and wear my intestines as a necklace. The choice in costumes that actors wore in these mazes sometimes didn't fit the theme. Why would psychopaths be wandering through a camp wearing tuxedo jackets with tails?
In each of the mazes we experienced slow traffic flow, so the actors were just moving back and forth trying to scare people they've already scared. A few of the actors started talking to visitors to kill time (pun intended) as they waited.
Trying to find these mazes and other attractions was a quest of its own. We were confused over the entrance signs because they didn't lead to the said destination. The fog machines didn't help either. My friend and I found ourselves coughing and fanning away the "fog" while we blindly tried to make our way towards the next attraction.
We also observed staff members standing around doing nothing but texting. None we encountered were helpful. At the Camp Massacre maze, one employee actually made me and my friend and a small group of people go around to the start of the line. Boggles my mind trying to understand why she didn't just undo the rope to let us in, but she definitely had that: "I hate working here, and I'm going to make your visit a pain in the ass" look on her face.
Aside from mazes and the roller coaster (best part of the Dome), there's also a 4D adventure simulation ride. The sign out front read "Dracula's Castle". I wasn't expecting to be part of a ride where two cartoon Irish children with thick accents identified us as "fairies." We went on a whimsical adventure to an Irish pub; rode a demonic horse to a castle owned by a witch who basically called us "stinky Americans"; concluded the magical journey by being carried over the ocean by a griffin; and then by that demonic horse who sprouted a pair of wings all of a sudden.
Fright Dome = Frightening? I don't think so, well, the prices to get into this place are "frighteningly" steep for what you get out of the experience, but it all depends on if you're easy to scare.
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