When I was a teenager I loved horror films. Myself and Mary would watch endless films and scare ourselves out of our wits. Well, I just can’t do it anymore.
Even the slightest hint of torture or some violence or an over enthusiastic ‘Boo’ can send me scuttling for a cushion to hide behind. If there’s no cushion I will happily peep through my fingers. The husband just doesn’t get it … “But it’s not real!” he says.
I don’t care.
I.Am.A.Wuss.
So when Oriol, the press officer at Port Aventura told us about Hotel Burn I was terrified … and I wasn’t even staying there.
The idea is that you pay around 240 euros per person per night to stay at Hotel Burn which is decorated with the Halloween theme, erring more towards death than pumpkins; electric chairs in your bedroom, bloody hand prints on the shower curtain, a bath full of blood … ‘You will die tonight’ scrawled in blood on your mirror if you’re really lucky.
You check in, signing a disclaimer which says you haven’t got a heart condition and go about your business in the park during the day.
When night falls anything could happen, in fact until the hours of 3am anything does happen. A ghoul, Freddy Kruger, Frankenstien, exorcist, shrieking possessed woman, chain saw wielding man or generally scary person could enter your room, leap out from your wardrobe or be hiding under your bed. These people take their job very seriously indeed.
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We spent an hour on our last evening stood outside Hotel Burn, hiding behind a cart, watching glimpses of Freddy Kruger and a man with a hideous axe wound to his face running up the stairs towards an unsuspecting room and its occupants.
I was so jumpy at one point that I thought one of the cleaners coming out of another hotel was about to kill me. Ahem.
Hotel Burn runs from the end of September to the end of November. Within 3 days all rooms are sold out. What is wrong with these people? Some people are willing to pay to be scared almost to death.
Me? I’ll pass. Whilst I find the whole thing fascinating I’ll have to pretend that I have a heart condition for now. Hiding behind a wagon was about all I could take.
11 Comments on "Port Aventura – Hotel Burn"
I commented. Yay. Take that you Java flashing Hotel Burn Blog Demon. (Because that’s what was stopping me I;m sure. Tsk.)
It still kills me that we ran from somebody who just said “Meh” in a slightly grumpy voice. And I’ll never forgot you uttering “Oh my God, it’s…oh, it’s a cleaner.” So funny.
As much as I love horror films, I don’t think I’d like to be part of one!!
There’s an award for you at mine x
I think it sounds great, but I’d propbably end up punching some poor actor who scared me!
Can’t believe we all ran away like a bunch of girls when we thought one of the actors was chasing us (as if they have nothing better to do!)
Different storkes for differnt folks, I would be one having an atual stroke though!!
How strange! I guess this proves it take all kinds…
OMG that is not for me. I still feel a bit traumatised by some of the things ive dug up on archaeological sites….
Brave brave people x
I’d be with you behind the wagon.
x
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