Went to Tokyo Dome yesterday. It was so exciting that I’m still up at 4am thinking about it.
… Ok, not really. I just get hit by random bouts of insomnia some times, and I’m sure the tiny-ass bed and the single, index-card-sized pillow I’ve been wrestling with have something to do with it. Thankfully, there is the blog to tend to.
Tokyo Dome had a very cool horror house called 13 Doors that I absolutely loved. Although it was essentially just a walking tour like our own carnival horror houses back at home, it had an additional interesting mechanic involving a key and the aforementioned doors. Each group of guests enters the house armed with a key and must navigate the interiors until they find the door to the next section. In typical Japanese fashion, the gore and frights were totally over-the-top; there was a very distinct lean towards mutilated women and children.
Single best gimmick: in one of the final rooms, there’s a dark corridor where you can see next to nothing, but all around you there’s a sound of little girls weeping. Tiny candles come alight, and you see that there’s a huge mirror at the end of the hallway, so you can see yourself walking towards it. Then the weeping sounds turn into terrific screaming and in the mirror’s reflection you see two girl ghosts rushing towards you from behind. The timing was absolutely brilliant; I cannot imagine how any visitor could stop themselves from galloping towards the exit post-haste.