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Deep in the heart of London, buried beneath the paving stones of historic Southwark lies the world's most chillingly famous horror attraction...
NOTE: This review contains spoilers for the London Dungeon. Should you wish for the Dungeon to remain a suspenseful surprise, please refer to other reviews and save this one for after your visit.
After catching the tube to London Bridge Station, I soon stood face to face with my terrifying fate - The London Dungeon. Having a very vague memory of a previous visit to the London Dungeon seven years ago, I reassured myself that I would be fine entering the Dungeon despite its reputation for scaring customers. Walking through the main entrance door, I soon found myself in an 18th Century graveyard where I joined a growing queue of nervous patrons.
After having my head cut off in a humorous entry photo, I passed my ticket through to the ghoul on the other side of the medieval bars at the ticket booth. The ghoul offered me a London Dungeon Guide, which I accepted for £3.99. Handing me my change, the ghoul wished me a "horrible time."
I joined yet another queue and waited for my group's turn to enter the attraction. Ten minutes passed and my anxiety levels were rising. The wax figure hanging by its toes to my right, stomach and intestines hanging freely from its body, did nothing to relax my nerves!
Without warning, a humped back figure, I can only assume that it was a Dungeon staff member, appeared and gestured to the next room. Chowing down a bag of sweets that I had found in the bottom of my bag, I was unaware of the deformed figure resting his head on my shoulder. Turning to look absorb the atmosphere of the Dungeon, I let out a high-pitched screamed as my face met his. I grabbed onto the lady next to me, despite her being a total stranger, as the rest of the patrons laughed at my expense.
The figure led us into a dimly lit mirror maze and informed us that if we wanted to live, we had to find our way out of the maze. Surviving the mirror maze which seemed to last forever, most of us thought our troubles would be over. How very wrong we were! Upon exit of the maze, a man covered in boils informed us that we had all contracted the Plague of 1665. Unveiling a wax corpse on a table in front of him, he proceeded to perform an autopsy on the body. After removing the body's intestines, the man covered in boils gave the group a dowsing in water, pretending that the liquid had come from the body's bladder!
Whipping ourselves down, we made our way as a group into the next room - the Torture Chamber. The Torture Chamber attendant, if you will, demonstrated for us how he used his implements and which his favorites were. He showed us one item in particular that could only be used on males, if you catch my drift. He didn't demonstrate them but he did let all the ladies know that they were available for sale in the London Dungeon gift shop!
In the next couple of rooms we were cut open by demon barber Sweeney Todd, chased by Jack the Ripper (an exhibit during which I was referred to as a prostitute by the exhibit attendant!) and had to escape the great fire of London!
The London Dungeon is open seven days and week with ticket prices starting from £10. Do not be discoraged by the ticket prices as you receive a 50% discount when booking online. I strongly recommend this as online tickets also allow you to queue jump.
Have a horrible time!