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What this weary father soon finds is that this hotel has a history. A history of unexplained disappearances, screams of fear and iniquitous figures lurking in the shadows. Not long after slipping into the world of dreams, he is awoken by the blood curdling screams from the next room. He busts open the door, only to find....

It's Room #2... we'll let you decide for yourselves.....

For years, Mother Nature had smiled on the Terpening’s farm. Animals had plenty of grass to eat and the acres of farmland produced crops that were unmatched. That is until it seemed Mother Nature had turned her back. Grass still grew and crops were still produced but not in the same way as the past.  But this bounty wasn’t enough for Mel Terpening, the farm’s patriarch. He wanted more. And if Mother Nature wouldn’t help him out, he would find a way himself. Terpening would spend his afternoons and evenings scheming and experimenting in the shadowy corners of the greenhouse. He increased his crops twofold. But this abundance came with a cost. For this is when Mother Nature showed her vengeful side. Terpening’s family became ill. Vicious headaches, abdominal pain and fevers were the norm. The very food they needed to survive was killing them.

Plants that once produced fruits and vegetables were now producing arms and legs. Yes, Mother Nature had turned his crops into killing machines. Plants that can now move, grab and constrict your movements.

Keep your eyes open and your arms close as you make your way through his evil nursery. For if you get trapped here you’ll give a new meaning to “setting up roots”.

Although these foods may lack any unifying cultural background, they did have one thing in common, they are all served on rolls. Apart from an occasional salad or soup, everything cooked at Glutton’s arrives in sandwich form. And with the exception of a bacon wrapped filet mignon tartar, every sandwich at Glutton’s is filled with hot, cooked meat and vegetables.

If you are planning on stopping by and grabbing a sandwich, be prepared to wait because this place is hopping. Despite the run-down look, the seats are always filled and a line out the door. There is something different about the meat that is served that makes you come back for more. Something that seems familiar. Wait a human tooth was recently found in a sandwich. Try not to look too closely.

“Gluttons Slaughter House" is the second Haunted House on our list.

The small hamlet of Crow Hollow thrived owing to an exceedingly productive meat-exporting facility. The world-famous meat plant was doing well until an outbreak wiped off all of the animals. Interestingly, the absence of animals had little impact on the slaughterhouse's output. Production went ahead as planned and as expected.

Despite the fact that the factory was closed at night, no one questioned the deliveries.

A real 1940s slaughterhouse was meticulously reproduced in this spooky mansion. Slaughtering sounds, decaying carcass scents, huge water features with dead cows pouring blood, freezer rooms, slaughter stalls, human grinding machines with hundreds of slain animals, and a sadistic butcher will leave you haunted by nightmares for all time. Replicas of the trade's tools of the trade were also constructed. The level of realism is terrifying!

Just on the outskirts of Crow Hollow, near Terpening’s farm, is a beaten down shack. Broken down by time and by neglect. Living in that shack is a haggard old woman, named Rose. Or more specifically Mama Rose. Rumor says that she was once the wife of a very prosperous businessman in Crow Hollow, until he disappeared. Most people believe Mama Rose was to blame for his disappearance.

You see, Mama Rose believes she can see into a person’s future, including the way they die. And many townspeople believe the same. Some claim to have seen it. Farmers getting run over by their own tractors. Lumberjacks killed by the trees they were cutting down. All of these would seem to be accidents until you find out that Mama Rose had seen it all happen, years before it did. While others, changed careers altogether, just to be claimed by the very means that Mama Rose had spelled out.

So if you happen to come across that old shack and specifically Mama Rose. Cover your ears and clear your mind or she may tell you your fate. For some of you that fate is a long way off. But for many of you, it is just around the next corner.

First of all, it was October, a rare month for boys; full of cold winds, long nights, dark promises. Days get short. The shadows lengthen. The wind warms in such a way, you want to run forever through the fields, because up ahead, ten thousand pumpkins lie waiting to be cut. – Ray Bradbury

Pumpkins to be cut, corn to be reaped and souls to be harvested. The fields here grow more than you know and take more than you may be willing to give. Although you enter this field at night and believe that shadows don’t exist in the dark, I am here to tell you that night is simply one large shadow. As you make your way through the fields keep your eyes open and your mind closed. The deranged, the friendless, the insane and indigent all call this field their home now. Souls lost to the shadows. Bodies twisted and transformed by the very stalks they walk amongst. Are they still seeking the path out? Or are they trying to make you join them?

So many souls lost. So many lives changed forever. Heed my warning or join them in their torment. Torment from the shadows that destroys their minds and pulls their souls from them.

Lucy Fear and her band of freaks and geeks have long been the talk of Crow Hollow. They have been the bringers of joy, the purveyors of pleasure and the traffickers of terror. Long gone are the squeals of children, the oohs and ahs of guests. These have been replaced by the wails of mothers looking for their lost child, the shrieks of victims pierced from behind and the cackles of Lucy’s lunatics.

All forms of souls now call this tattered tent their home, the Deformed, the Deranged, the Distraught and the Deadly. Souls Deformed since birth, their only purpose to draw the sympathy of those who pass by. The Deranged, long trapped here and forced to answer every one of Lucy’s requests. The Distraught, those still looking for the loved one that has disappeared into the shadows. And the Deadly, those that once brought joy and laughter to young and old, the Clowns. Dealers in Death. Lucy decries and they answer the call.

Will you make it out of the tent with the memories of what you saw? Or will your soul slip into the shadows and never return?

It all started with Meredith Terpening. Meredith’s family lived next door to mine. When Meredith first encountered the Horseman, he spared her. At first locals didn’t understand, it wasn’t until he returned a month later, and under the Blood Moon of October took her head. Her parents screamed in terror as their grown daughter’s body went limp and fell to the ground. The terror was quickly replaced with horror as her headless body rose, turned to her parents and then turned and followed the Horseman towards the cemetery. Their parents followed, but not too closely for they feared the Horseman. They watched as the Horseman and Meredith’s headless body walked to the back of the cemetery and into the belly of a large mausoleum. Meredith’s parents attempted to follow, but a strange, cold force kept them from entering.

Now as you stand at the entrance of that very tomb, will you be able to enter? Will you make it out? Do you feel the cold breath of the earth keeping you from entering? Is that the night chill raising the hairs on your neck? Or is it the cold blade of the Horseman?

Located on the outskirts of Crow Hollow, lies a dilapidated building with broken walls and moss covered gables. This building once held the hospital wing for the town’s poorhouse, The Manor at Two Ravens. Within these walls are the remains, vestiges if you will, of operating, exam and rehabilitation rooms. Locals however recall that this building held only one type of room, torture.

You see, the stories tell of the indigent, insane, depraved souls that were brought there. Fears were explored, the dark, heights, spiders. Every type of fright was examined. Screams could be heard far and wide. The screams of human and animal echoing from the depths of the building. Former workers told of stories of empathy towards the patients. Many that never feared something began to. The empathy was so intense that many became patients themselves. Others held a level of anxiety like they had never felt. Fear of losing their job, their mind or worse their lives. Many patients developed a level of rage most have never experienced.

Before you enter, know this, the shadows, intimations of those patients and workers are believed to still roam its halls. They lurk in the darkest corners. Be wary, for if your shadow gets trapped there you will walk your remaining days a soulless, empty shell of what you are now.

You have been warned....

WHO'LL WEEP FOR ME?
Yes others too will weep for me
As here I sleep beneath this tree
That waves its branches over me

THEY TOO WILL WEEP FOR ME
My mother dear - I know she'll weep
And father too while here I sleep
My brothers and my sisters dear
Will weep for me while I lay here

Poorhouse, almshouse, asylum, sanatorium, no matter the name every town had one.

In Crow Hollow, that place, was the Manor at Two Ravens. A beautiful Victorian manor in its day, worn down by time, covered in vines and forgotten, like the souls who once called it home. These souls came in all forms; the destitute, insane, indigent, the friendless, sick and elderly. Most residents died there. Some remains can be found in the local cemetery. But many, according to legend were burned in the crematory over the hill in the village. The smell of death still permeates the air. Locals believe the manor to be haunted by these souls. They tell tales of shadows, apparitions, spectres appearing in the windows, candles lit and floating through the air.

Your unguided tour today takes you through the manor. It shows you the living conditions, activity rooms and work duties for those that called it home. Previous guests claim you can hear and sometimes even see the shadows left behind by the tormented souls of those long gone. These same guests claim to have seen rooms that aren’t even there. Keep your mind about you, for those that have visited the Manor at Two Ravens claim to have never been the same. Nightmares, night terrors and delusions abound.