Cracked – Survival Experience is a notorious event in the UK haunt scene, which has slowly started making ripples in the world haunt scene as they teamed up with the legendary Heretic Horror House to create two of the most intense, violent, disturbed shows imaginable, Cracked vs Heretic; IUXTA MORTIS comfortably sits itself between these two shows in the Cracked mythos.
A set of stairs lead down to two doors. I step through the first and close it behind me. Knocks on the next and I’m guided inside. A white face stands before me, then blackness – my vision is taken from me. A hand gently takes mine and leads me into the room. I kneel. My vision is returned and I come face to face with a gas mask, which embraces me. I’m guided onto my back and my vision goes again. Silence, except for a bit of white noise and the sound of movement. A voice breaks the white noise: Blake’s. I live his life, or rather, death. Buried, alone but not, mourning.
On my knees again, the mask removed. The stoney faced woman from my time in Cracked 2.0 caresses my face and begs me to see the real me. A baptism by blood before ice stabs at my face – I panic but hold my breath. A mirror and a reflection: “Can you see yourself, Blake?”. Who am I?
Vision is lost again, and the gentle hand guides me through the dismal apathy. I lie down for the doctor as a wave of serenity washes over me. I begin laughing as I see shadows get extracted from my stomach, though this laughter soon fades. My head’s immobilised as the shadow of the doctor looms over me. I close my eyes and get told off: I need to see this.
Darkness consumes me again. The hand takes me to a room, and I’m sat down and handed a piece of paper: I read. “I am Blake”. My world is ripped from beneath me as I stare up at my demons – a choice, as heaven and hell do battle. I continue to read as my angels and demons go to war. I’m rushed out.
Au revoir sight: I’m back on my knees in the gas mask. Blake embraces us, thanks us, and we leave.
Who am I?
I am Blake.