#Anamatronic zombie drop movie
#Anamatronic zombie drop skin

We were given 3-D glasses, making everything mildly more vivid. It made sense at the time.Īs I looked at the carnival posters, they started breathing and leering out at me.

#Anamatronic zombie drop skin

While waiting for the next segment, 'Captain Spaulding's Clown School in 3-D,' I observed the trippy posters hung on carnival stages, promoting things like 'elephant skin baby' and 'shrunken heads.' Hey, I have a shrunken head, I thought. Next thing I knew, we were out of the dark and in line again. Some people screamed.Ī face suddenly appeared that I recognized from the billboards. A flashlight flickered on, a creepy face appeared, then disappeared. I was more afraid of accidental physical contact than the darkness. I kept poking strangers in front of me, then apologizing for touching them.

Was it supposed to be this dark? Or had I accidentally walked off set? I thought I was lost. I tripped once or twice, my hand pressed against the wall for balance. Then I rounded a corner into complete darkness.

I'd expected to be a lot more freaked out, but so far I was keeping calm. Every so often, faceless dudes in white chef uniforms would lunge out of the shadows at us, but, probably because of the acid and because I'd been told they weren't allowed to touch me, I only stood there, grinning uncontrollably, until they stumbled onto the next victim.

#Anamatronic zombie drop movie

The first house or segment or whatever was called 'Lords of Salem in Total Black Out,' which I think is a reference to a movie Rob Zombie directed.Īt first, it was mostly dirty Victorian-style hallways. Waiting in line, I heard ominous, swelling drums (mixed with fog horns, for some reason) as the PA system repeatedly squelched, 'Go to the merch table.' But my mind was on what the eyesight of mosquitoes is like, for some reason, and I kept watching the bugs attracted to the stadium lights, probably because I was seeing lots of colors I'm pretty sure weren't there. I consider myself an experienced (but by no means professional) psychonaut, but even so, I was a little concerned I would tumble down the rabbit hole, never to return. In other words, a terrifying public attraction is the last place you want to be if you start freaking out. Ideally, you should see pink elephants in a cozy, familiar place, ensuring you won't lose self-control after overstimulating yourself. The most important guideline of any psychedelic trip is the setting. I kept pacing, unsure I was ready to go through with this. Today, it facilitated the B-movie director's grotesque pet project. We were already about two hours deep into the trip when we arrived at WestWorld-an enormous, blobbish multipurpose tent normally reserved for boring shit like classic-car auctions.