Rosemarie’s Nightmare Continues
This is no fairy tale! It is the grim story of a once-beautiful princess. Her face is furrowed with dark shadows. Every ray of light that falls upon her countenance hints at deep, hideous wounds. Her straw-like, greasy hair obscures her forehead and cheeks, yet the scars are impossible to miss. Rosemarie has suffered a cruel past. Her stepmother once locked her away in a dark attic, surrounded by dusty fairy-tale books and old carnival costumes, to prevent the enchanting Rosemarie from gaining more power as a princess than she herself possessed. As a little girl, the unfortunate child always dreamed of one day dancing through ballrooms as a beautiful princess. But her stepmother slashed her alabaster face with a blunt razor.
Shortly afterwards, the wicked stepmother died, leaving Rosemarie locked away in the attic, unknown to anyone. Completely disfigured, the girl withdrew – from the world and from reality. She began to imagine her life as a fairy tale. This was the only way she could hope for a happy ending. In Rosemarie’s Realm, scenes from beloved children’s stories await the guests. But the Big Bad Wolf is even more terrifying here than in the Brothers Grimm’s version. And the White Rabbit from Alice in Wonderland is no cuddly, loveable little creature, but a frightening figure with a diabolical glint in his eyes. Paintings on the walls depict fairy-tale princesses whose faces have been furiously scratched.
With her dying breath, Rosemarie swore that she would escape the realm of the dead to steal the face of the fairest maiden in the land. She wanted to finally be the princess she was never allowed to be.
Visitors entering Rosemarie’s Lair are greeted by darkness. Pitch blackness. It makes no difference whether you move forward with your eyes open or closed. That oppressive sensation you get in nightmares becomes something you can actually feel. A gloomy soundtrack creeps into your ears. The floor becomes uneven. Visitors venture recklessly through a labyrinth of darkness, their pupils dilating, but with their sharp vision and instincts failing them. Madness and chills go hand in hand here.