Dr. Morbid's Haunted House and House of Frankenstein In Lake George, NY

I spent Father's Day in Lake George, New York, visiting some old haunts. Not one for the boating pleasures of the Lake, I always have a memorably morbid time every visit paid to House of Frankenstein's Wax Museum. With wife and son (sadly, they aren't horror fans) cowering behind me, we made our way through the dark, narrow passageways. I laughed, they cringed, at the tormented waxwork figures depicting scenes of gruesome cruelty, blood-letting, and monster mayhem. It never gets old for me, even though I've visited House of Frankenstein since way back in the 1970s, when it first opened. The hanging body-bag room really freaked them out, but we eventually made it through with limbs and composure intact.

When they went back to the hotel to splash in the indoor pool, I visited Dr. Morbid's Haunted House for the first time. Same owners as House of Frankenstein, I think, but Dr. Morbid's is a haunt attraction with live performers creeping about. The theme is a haunted waxworks factory, a demented owner, questionable business practices, and some disgruntled--and dismembered--former employees. My ghoulish host was insane, screechy, and acted appropos to the creepy proceedings as she led the way through the scary environs. I was the only visitor for this tour; I hate going it alone, but hell, I'm a horror blogger, damnit, it's my job to be scared! Seasoned pro that I am (and in horror, 'seasoned pro' can take on some interesting meanings), I jumped a few times and slowed cautiously before turning dark corners. Loved it. 

Heading back to the hotel, I couldn't believe my horror fan luck. Next to the indoor pool stood an Addams Family Pinball game! Man, every Father's Day should be this much fun.

Comments

[zoc]

Whoever that dude is in the costume, he reminds me of the "monster" in Tobe Hooper's The Funhouse.

[Ryne]

I live pretty close to Lake George, but I've never actually been to Dr. Morbid's or House of Frankenstein, though I've walked past them enough. I remember I used to be scared of Frankenstein when I was little and avoided that side of the sidewalk.