Soap Factory's Haunted Basement 2013: There will be crud
"It's sort of like a strip club," the guide at the top of the stairs said before ushering our group down into the pitch-black depths of the Soap Factory's Haunted Basement. "They can touch you, but you can't touch them."
Courtesy of the Soap Factory
It was nothing like a strip club.
For years, the Soap Factory has frighted thousands of visitors in the Haunted Basement during the month of October -- horrifying enough to make a few unlucky souls wet themselves along the way. This year, they're baaaack.
As our brave group of four waited in line, we realized that the folks lined up by the stairs in heavy-duty masks and baggy jumpsuits weren't working at the gallery. They were there to descend into the darkness just like us.
Unlike other years when rugged attire and a pair of sturdy shoes were sufficient enough to plunge into the basement maze of spooks and spirits, this year is markedly different. "You're gonna get dirty," a few people leaving the Soap Factory post tour, warned us. Take that warning seriously.
"Have you introduced yourselves?" asked a volunteer.
We realized that through all our idle chit-chat and efforts to diffuse nerves, we'd only determined that half the group were Haunted Basement vets (having gone together the last three years in a row) and the other half were first-timers, me included. It's a good idea to know everyone's names, because you're about to get a whole lot more acquainted.
We shuffled into over-sized and undersized jumpsuits with faded names embroidered on the chalky fabric. Then, it was time to pull on our masks, wiped mostly clean of a greasy, wet substance by the faithful Soap Factory volunteers.
"Oh, what is that? Are those guts? Are we going to get guts thrown at us?" someone asked. Our answer would come soon enough.