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 epicenter of medical progress and innovation, this esteemed facility now lies shuttered and dormant. Slowly being reclaimed by the land, Crow Hollow's old hospital now stands as a shell shrouded in secrecy and speculation.

The facility was on the verge of a breakthrough, developing cures for countless infections and disorders. Before they could reach the end of their research, hospital staff announced unexpected exposure risks to the surrounding sleepy town. This appeared to be more than a virus; it was a new contagion that seemed to defy explanation and was spreading rapidly from patient to staff. Hospital representatives cited the risks and symptoms, including hallucinations, unprovoked aggression, and accelerated breakdowns and decompositions of tissue. Infected patients seemed to be rotting while they were still alive, dissociative, but unpredictable.

To risk further exposure, the facility was quickly shuttered.

Dozens of hospital staff members seemed to disappear with it, sparking rumors that this infection, parasite, or contagion was more dangerous than they let on. The location is considered a live biohazard and is quarantined to this day, decades after the outbreak.

Yet somehow, there seems to be some form of life inside.

Maybe it's just the darker corners of your imagination—or maybe the infected never really left.

What doesn't kill you makes you stronger.

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.