The “Worst” Place on Earth: Living Horror At Its Best
by Sophia Gelsomino
I can count on one hand the number of times someone has chased me around with a sharp object. My mother, of course, doesn’t count.
Spooky season is nearly upon us, and every year we crave the same smells, the same tastes, the same feels. Personally, this is the only season my entire aesthetic changes to Madam Moana who enjoys long walks in the cemetery, red wine, and becoming besties with the dead. By the way, they said hi.
Don’t believe me? You can meet them for yourself at Universal Studios’ Halloween Horror Nights! From Cult Classics to modern mayhem, you will never run low on thrills, shrills, and décor overkill. Don’t turn around too fast because there will be someone standing behind you. That is, if they’re not revving a chainsaw and charging you like a bull with a pink mohawk.
A word to the wise: wear that scary shirt, dress for long lines and miles of walking, and cover your nose. You’ll thank me later.
