By Ricky Bonehead
In fact, its design seems to follow only a single rule: Fill the environment with as many props and animatronics as possible, leaving no space to waste from floor to ceiling. The effect is nothing short of oppressive.
By the time you have entered the cemetary, covered with corpses, skeletons, grass, dangling trees, alien heads and darkness, you have lost touch with your world. You have entered a realm super-saturated with visual stimuli as your connection to the happy, fountain-scattered farm slowly fades from your memory.
What scares you here is not some actor hiding behind the next corner, but your own paranoia. Your disconnection and discomfort causes you to question the one rule that Brock Farms has established, and you can’t help obsessing yourself with a single, haunting question: is there something behind me?