Walk Thru Maze

There on the hilltop, you see it. A structure surrounded by an eerie fog. People in these parts call it The Crow’s Cage, for this is the place where the town of Crow Hollow exiles those who refuse the ancient ways and are unworthy of becoming proper Samhain offerings. It is a cursed place, built for suffering to amuse petty forgotten gods.

It’s said that those who built the maze created only a single safe path to escape it. Because the old gods like their sport, a slim chance of survival is offered as a cruel joke. No one has ever gotten out alive. Not everything that lurks in the maze is human. The barrier between the realms of the living and the dead decays during Samhain, and the suffering in the maze draws the undead like flies to carrion.

Haunted House

Tucked away at the edge of the forgotten farming town of Crow Hollow lies an overgrown greenhouse, its shattered panes glinting like broken teeth beneath the moonlight. It was once a place of promise, run by a reclusive botanist named Dr. Elias Grinshaw once hailed as a genius in agronomy and plant pathology. But his obsession with crop resilience, disease resistance, and genetic manipulation took a dark, irreversible turn after the death of his only child.

Grinshaw’s daughter, Clara, died from a rare fungal infection contracted after a picnic in their family cornfield. Wracked with grief and fury at nature’s cruelty, he locked himself inside the greenhouse and vowed to bend nature to his will. The locals whispered that he had gone mad muttering to his plants, feeding them blood, and tending to them in the dead of night with syringes and scalpels.

He began experimenting with a mutated strain of corn smut fused with parasitic cordyceps. This bio-engineered fungus could lie dormant in the seed, waiting. His goal was to create a crop that would never succumb to blight or pest immune to drought, disease, and death itself. But instead, he cultivated The Hollow Blight, a pathogen that did not feed on the corn… it fed on the consumer.

Haunted House

Once a bustling center of innovation and progress, this infamous medical facility has lain dormant for decades after a contagion spread through the wards like a plague.

Some claim the catalyst was the mad notion to incorporate druidic rites and necromancy with questionable science. Why else did the final procedure have to occur during Samhain? And whatever became of the blasphemous tomes a lab technician stole from the Crow Hollow Museum? Perhaps we’ll never know.

What we do know is that something new had been created, something that was an affront to nature. It was a parasite that dramatically affected the host nervous system and behavior. The organism created violent delusions which drove hosts to become aggressive and unpredictable. Most of the hosts were human, or at least they used to be.

Before long, the infected ones became impossible to contain. Once the state intervened, the facility doors were shuttered and local hysteria was swiftly extinguished. After all these years, nearing the anniversary of the catastrophe, eerie lights and anguished cries emanate from this steel and concrete tomb. Are there somehow still survivors in need of rescue? Or maybe this seething plague is trapped inside and we should never risk setting it free.

Only one way to find out. We hope you’ve had your shots.

Haunted House

This house is alive and it longs for a family of its own. It spies on visitors through cracks in the plaster with its jealous, watchful eyes. Some say the place is possessed by the former owner, a lonely old outcast desperate to be loved. She committed horrific acts in the name of dark forces and made terrible sacrifices, all in hope of being rewarded with a family of her own. She died alone anyway, but perhaps something of her seeped into the foundations of this place.

Whatever the entity in the walls of this house is, it has taken every misguided idea it has about family to create its idea of the perfect mother. The Unmother yearns for a child of her own to squeeze and hold. It longs for someone to stay here and be loved forever. But it’s a selfish love, a violent, controlling love. A child is fragile and can only be held just so tightly before it breaks. The Unmother is always on the hunt for a replacement.

Welcome to your new home, your forever home. You’ll never feel alone again. Won’t you take comfort in Mother’s arms?

She’ll keep you safe.