Odaiba Joypolis' Haunted House

While on Odaiba, we went to the Joypolis. There is a haunted house style attraction inside it that we decided to take on. It was far more terrefying that we expected it to be, and at the time was really hard to deal with, but since then I've come to realise how great a horror experience it was, and while I'm really glad it's over, am also really glad to have gone in! I love horror. Anyway, I wrote up the experience for someone who is also a horror fan to read, sicne it was requested of me. But maybe some of you would like to read it too?

Here is my Joypolis Haunted House experience, exactly as I remember it, with no input from their of my friends who where in there with me. I'll perhaps collabourate with them and make a more detailed version at some point, but this is supposed to be exactly my own experience.
Enjoy!

The Haunted "House" in Odaiba's Joypolis

I put the word house in quotation marks becuase technically, it wasn't a house, it was ment to be a school set up - but honestly I have no idea what to call the strange little horror hole we were in.

The decorations on the outside were gruesome enough. A dummy made to look like a rotting, old and haggard corpse, crucified and in tattered rags. Various posters that I have since forgotten the specifics of, and a photo of a triumphant person, emerging from the exit of the place, having got through it all. In retrospect, that should have been my first clue that this would be more than you'd expect from a shopping centre "haunted house". The second clue, should have been the list of rules, and disclaimer we had to sign. Promising not to physically harm anyone inside, and that if we couldn't handle it it wasn't their fault. we were completely blinded by the idea that it would be 'just a bit of fun'.

The entrance was behind a black curtain. Before going through the door, we were briefed on the premise of the attraction. The story went, that a school girl had comitted suicide, and come back to haunt it. In doing so, she forced all of her peers to follow her in taking their own lives.Our mission, was to go to her old classroom, and put a paper doll on her desk while saying "Go To Heaven". This would send the spirit away. The right desk would be identifyable as one with a candle on it. The paper doll, we were given there and then, and told to write our names on it.
We were given a torch with a short rope attached to it, and told to hold on to the rope for the duration. Then the three of us went inside.

Naturally, the only light was our torch. A dim, red bulb. The first room was small, it looked dirty and the walls were badly bashed and broken. There was a lot of graffiti on the walls. A small arrow with "go" written next to it was pointing at the next door. The door was a slide-open one. Springloaded to snap back, which it did, FAST and LOUDLY against the wooden frame. First fright. We moved on to the next room. There were screens cutting across the room, immediately beyond the door was a screen with a haggard dummy looking dumbly over the top at us. It was darker still in here. More broken parts in the walls, more graffiti. There was banging and rattling coming from all around. In my memory, there is a very strange, soft music in the background, but the other two don't remember it, so it must not have been real. There were portraits on the walls. The kind you see at japanese funerals, with the black ribbons. They were holographic to change as we walked slowly past. I saw a pair of feet, hanging over the wall. At the next door, a dummy that was peering eerily around it was pulled away with a giggle. Nothing else had moved so far. second fright.
The ambient noise in that room got so loud as we left. We found ourselves at the end of a hallway. It was long, not too dark, and the walls intact. There was a dummy corpse at the other end, hanging by the neck. The noise in the previous room had swollen into a siren noise. as we waled forward, the floor creaked and another hung dummy fell from the ceiling, swinging by its rope, right by us. Third fright. There was whispering in the walls. In both english and japanese.
"Im Sorry"
It whispered our names. It moaned and cried. There was scratching and more thumping. The ambient noise got louder, we were moving too slowly. Another dummy, at the end of the hall, peered round the door at us and what whisked away. I clung on to the rope, and to the back of my friend's cardigan. We pushed on.
The next hallway had us double back on ourselves. The end of it however, was in total darkness. To the right was a window, behind which was a badly dilapitated classroom scene. A charred skeleton, still in bits of uniform was pressed against the panes. The light in there was brighter than our torch. We had to walk on past it. The alarm had begun in the previous hallway. We kept following the "go" arrows, into the dark.
The room at the end of the hallway was small, and full of random broken objects. The light shone a little more yellow here. We were moving at a glacial pace now. The alarm was creeping up on us. There was anothing sliding door, complete with arrow and "go". We were speaking to each other, but I don't remember exactly what was said. I do remember saying "we just have to keep going", and reaching around in front to pull the door open. In front of us was another hallway, completely forrested by hanging 'bodies', the rest was darkness. It occurred to us all right there, that people would be in the darkness between those hanging stuffed sacks in filthy shool uniforms. Waiting for us to pass, to push them, and turn them, and whisper to us from behind them. I felt us all recoil, and the noise in our room rose.
"We could get out of here right now"
I might have said that. It must have been me, the other two agreed. we shouted that we wanted to quit, and get out. No response, our alarm was starting to go off. They wouldn't understand us. I tried shouting every version of "no more", "stop", and "get out" I knew in japanese. eventually a voice responded from the darkness. We kept calling out, and eventually could make out the words "give up?"
The alarm in our room was blaring down us now. We gave up. The man from the front entrance appeared around the door, he must have been right behind us every step of the way. His torch looked like ours, but had a white bulb. We were lead out, almost exactly the way we had come, save for a few secret doors to shorten the way.
Not even when we were lead out did the noise stop. Until we got past the entranceway. Then there was nothing.
We were just back in the shopping centre where we had started, with no idea how much time had passed. It was still a warm afternoon, nobody else had seen or heard anything from inside.

I wonder now, if we tried again, could we get through it all? How far in did we even get? How far in did it even GO?