THE STORY OF THE ASYLUM

As you approach the walls and guard towers, they seem to surround you. The searchlights pull you into the barbed-wire-covered entrance like the gates to Hell.

As you move into the reception area, you feel as if you’ve entered a grand hotel from the 1800s that was converted to a house for the criminally insane. At the top of the staircase is a painting of the Asylum founder, Pasquale Rotella. On your left is a dusty reception desk.

You are greeted by the night nurse, as old and worn as the walls surrounding her. She calls on the intercom for the orderlies to take you to room 6 for observation. There, you are met by the doctor, who instructs the orderlies to fit you with a straitjacket for your protection.

No need to struggle — it will only make things worse.

You are brought to the entrance of the cell block. The nurse gives you your medication orally. You hear the inmates’ screams in the distance, as they chant, “The Hatter is going to get you.”

An orderly lines you up and puts a black mask over your face again — “for your protection.” The cell block captain slides open the gate and leads you down a long, dark corridor, through the shadows of bars across the concrete floor. Hands reach out from the dark cells, pushing you forward.

At the end of the hall, the captain unlocks the large metal door to your new home. As you enter, your eyes adjust to find yourself in a padded room with a solitary caged light on the ceiling and a cot in the corner. As you focus on the bloody scratches on the walls, you notice a figure emerging from the dark corner.

“Don’t look at me!” bellows this lanky shadow man. His restraints rip open, revealing the remains of a clown, makeup smeared. “Face the wall! The master comes for you now.” The light goes out, and in the darkness, you hear the laugh of the Hatter.

Hahaha!
We’re all mad here
Step right up, my lovelies
For hell is about to begin

A light emerges from the darkness. The wall on the far side of the room is gone, revealing a garden of giant mushroom trees and a giant, two-story head speaking to you. It’s the Hatter.

Welcome to the labyrinth of my mind
Enter my hat, and see what you may find
Some things you will see are what they seem
Some things are but a dream
But no escape will you find

There is no place to escape. The clown behind you gives you a push and says, “Go to the master!”

Ahhhh, the smell of fear
My favorite perfume

You reluctantly walk toward the head, eyes following every step through the garden, up a staircase made of giant books, into a door in his hat.

Welcome to the labyrinth of my mind

You enter a weaving, strobing, black & white vortex filled with the sounds of a thousand clocks. You are now inside the mind of the most twisted man in Wonderland.

FEATURES

  • 32,000 square feet of immersive theater
  • Movie-quality set design and special effects
  • 30 distinct environments
  • 120 interactive performers
  • 25 separate sound systems
  • Custom horror soundtrack by Rabbit in the Moon
  • Free custom Escape hockey mask keepsake