Benenen
Hyper Poster
Last year I went in the Hysteria maze in the Dubai Mall. I booked it on Groupon months before the trip but when I got there I was the only one in the queue to go in. I tried to stall a bit with the person checking tickets but no one else turned up to join me. Before I knew it the door shut behind me and I was in the pre show room completely alone.
I've done many scare mazes in the past and while I often find myself feeling tense and jumpy it's always been a fun experience, something I go through with a smile on my face. But this felt different, my arms went really shakey and I could feel my pulse in my head, the unknown of what was to come and the vulnerability of being by myself was making me so anxious.
Anyway the pre show ends and I walk into the first room. The maze is a straight up haunted house where each room is a front room, kitchen, etc. Straight away this huge guy in a mask jumps out at me then follows me through the next few rooms where other actors also jump out. It's standard stuff and I'm having fun for this first bit, I'm laughing a bit each time I'm startled and looking around taking all the theming and details in.
I enter the next room and it's chainsaw time. The scene's designed so you run away from it straight into an air cushion squeeze. At this point I want to run but the squeeze means I can only push forwards at a snails pace and this lack of control flips a switch in my head and I start to really panic. Once I emerge from the squeeze I go into adrenaline mode and the rest of the maze I'm just sprinting from room to room with my head down trying to get out as quick as I can. If you've ever had one of those dreams where you're being chased by something but there's something holding you back that's exactly what I was feeling like in the maze, every second was excruciating.
After a bit of running I burst through the doors back into the mall and I'm really confused. I had to sit for a while to recollect the rather blurry memories of the experience and rationalise the emotions I was feeling. The maze itself wasn't one of the scariest I've done and I know that if I had gone through with five mates it would have been fine. But being alone meant you had no relief between the scares, it was a constant barrage until I snapped and went full flight mode.
Do any of you guys have similar stories?
I've done many scare mazes in the past and while I often find myself feeling tense and jumpy it's always been a fun experience, something I go through with a smile on my face. But this felt different, my arms went really shakey and I could feel my pulse in my head, the unknown of what was to come and the vulnerability of being by myself was making me so anxious.
Anyway the pre show ends and I walk into the first room. The maze is a straight up haunted house where each room is a front room, kitchen, etc. Straight away this huge guy in a mask jumps out at me then follows me through the next few rooms where other actors also jump out. It's standard stuff and I'm having fun for this first bit, I'm laughing a bit each time I'm startled and looking around taking all the theming and details in.
I enter the next room and it's chainsaw time. The scene's designed so you run away from it straight into an air cushion squeeze. At this point I want to run but the squeeze means I can only push forwards at a snails pace and this lack of control flips a switch in my head and I start to really panic. Once I emerge from the squeeze I go into adrenaline mode and the rest of the maze I'm just sprinting from room to room with my head down trying to get out as quick as I can. If you've ever had one of those dreams where you're being chased by something but there's something holding you back that's exactly what I was feeling like in the maze, every second was excruciating.
After a bit of running I burst through the doors back into the mall and I'm really confused. I had to sit for a while to recollect the rather blurry memories of the experience and rationalise the emotions I was feeling. The maze itself wasn't one of the scariest I've done and I know that if I had gone through with five mates it would have been fine. But being alone meant you had no relief between the scares, it was a constant barrage until I snapped and went full flight mode.
Do any of you guys have similar stories?