2012

Horror Nights – Starring Marc Terenzi

Horror Nights once again plunges you into a world where every corner becomes a trap and even everyday places turn into nightmarish scenes. In the damp catacombs, a cursed snack bar, a dilapidated villa and deep mine shafts, any sense of safety crumbles away, whilst madness, revulsion and violence close in on you step by step. And amidst hordes of the undead and apocalyptic destruction, one thing becomes clear: you are already part of the horror – and there is no escape.

In the catacombs of Down, darkness unleashes a sense of unease. Slippery walls line the path into the depths, and the damp seeps into your bones. Rats and spiders find sanctuary here, the hairy beasts rustling, gnawing and scuttling through the musty passages. There is only one thought racing through your mind: escape!

Geisha at the Take Away at Horror Nights starring Marc Terenzi at Europa-Park. The snack bar is decorated in a traditional Chinese style.

If you want to banish your fears over a midnight snack, the Chinese Takeaway is definitely not the place to go. The fast-food joint invites you to take a peek behind the curtain, but what’s on offer turns out to be a rather dubious experience. Blood drips from the corners of the waitress’s mouth as she waits for her guests with a wild look in her eyes. Or are they her next victims? A whimpering sound emanates from the kitchen.

Cats locked in cramped cages await their demise. The chef swings his cleaver without mercy. The sight of him brings a cold sweat to your brow and spoils your appetite.

If you manage to escape him and take refuge within the confines of The Villa, be warned that your day of reckoning has arrived. The lords of this dilapidated Victorian estate gaze down upon visitors from a gallery of ancestors steeped in misery. It is not only their faces that have been captured in oil; their tormented souls, too, eke out their sad existence behind the heavy wooden frames. The undead stride through the canvases towards the intruders, taking their breath away. The power of the past weighs heavy on the mind like lead. The urge to leave the dust of the walls behind them sends the guests rushing back into the cold of the night. They eventually escape the mustiness of centuries past. Freedom at last!
Zombieville is coming to life! The bloodthirsty beasts bare their teeth and rush towards the visitors in hordes. They drive them into thick fog to cloud their senses and hunt them down. The first victims are already dangling from the ceiling in body bags. Cockroaches scurry across the walls everywhere. The prisoners are overcome by panic and revulsion. The clanking of chains pierces the room, heightening the feeling of helplessness. Zombieville defiles innocent souls with bloody ruin.
Be Mine, the mine of terror, ensnares its victims. Dust and grime cover abandoned mine carts, and cobwebs hang from the ceiling. It is a deceptively innocuous backdrop, for undead miners are already making their way through the underground tunnels towards the intruders. A creaking sound makes you flinch. Skeletons crumble beneath the footsteps of the unwitting mine explorers. One thing is certain: in this mine, they are digging their own graves.