Circus of Superstition: The Last Laugh

Staffer Morgan Felt shares her experience at Howl-O-Scream’s Circus of Superstition: The Last Laugh

I clutched the pair of paper 3D glasses in my hand so hard they began to crumple, the sweat in my hands infusing with the cardboard. I slowly trudged towards my doom, entering the inside of a giant neon clown mouth.

As I entered I was greeted with a stripped walls and white draping in my face as I eagerly and nervously batted them away, which kept me occupied so I almost didn’t notice the man (or woman) dressed in a stripped vinyl body suit that perfectly matched the walls.

In the next room dozens of neon clowns appeared standing completely still, all in different equally obscure outfits and makeup. There eyes all seemed to follow you, but with reason because one the clowns was not simply a print, As I was exiting the last clown whispered in my ear so quietly, “hello.”

The hairs on the back of my neck shot up as I whipped around and was startled by a white clown face, florescent in the black light. I immediately clutched on to the friend next to me and jolted into the next room.

Afterwards we shuffled hesitantly through a seemingly out of place room with a large orange ladder in the center. I nearly forgot about the glasses’s responsibility for the life-like reality of the props and characters, so I momentarily took them off to see the reality of the house. I was to say the least surprised by the results. The house was significantly less life-like and the giant neon orange ladder now looked like an out of place household necessity.

To exit the house we sprinted through a giant clown mouth with large black strips of fabric hanging down, blocking the sunlight.

We were finally greeted by the dim moonlight and the familiar concrete, and I finally knew that it was over.