Haunted Attraction

Lucy Fear and her band of freaks welcome you to their humble circus. Each autumn they return, emerging from the night mist like a phantom parade. It’s said they’re summoned by the first jack-o-lantern lit in Crow Hollow each year, and that Lucy’s entire camp vanishes at dawn the morning the last carved pumpkin rots. One thing is certain, Lucy Fear and her troupe have become as much a part of the Hollow’s Samhain rites as the sacrificial bonfires.

From Lucy’s tattered tent you’ll hear no child’s joyful squeals, nor the oohs and ahs of guests. These sounds have been replaced by the wails of mothers looking for lost offspring, the shrieks of victims offered to the old gods, and the cackles of Lucy’s lunatics. The only joy to be found here is that of the sadistic performers. The only audience are dark and invisible forces.

Those who march and perform under Lucy’s banner include the Deformed, the Deranged, the Distraught and the Deadly. The Deformed ask sympathy from passers by, but rob them of far more than can be endured. The Deranged are cursed to carry out every one of Lucy’s sinister requests. The Distraught search for loved ones who disappeared into the shadows beneath Lucy’s tent. The Deadly are clowns that once brought joy and laughter to children of all ages, but who have become chuckling Dealers in Death. All have answered the call to satisfy twisted hungers of ancient beings. The old gods play with their food. Lucy is their Jester and their Chef.

Will you emerge from the tent with your mind intact? Or will the horrors you endure fill Lucy’s troupe with glee as they offer your agony to their masters? The show never ends. No refunds.

Haunted House

“Fear the Dullahan, the harbinger of doom. He is the messenger of Death and the wrath of the old gods. To fail in proper sacrifice is to provoke his release upon all who you hold dear.”
-The Crow Hollow Book of High Druids, Author Unknown

At the edge of the cornfields, just beyond the old ruined chapel there lies a tomb shunned by all. What’s buried within lived and died as a man, but is a man no longer. The thing entombed in this unholy place is now a vessel of death and destruction. It has become the sword arm of gods ancient and forgotten, the punisher of those who violate ancient covenants. Many know this being as the Headless Horseman of local legend. Others call it dullahan, a headless spirit from old world myth that brings terror and annihilation to all with the misfortune to lay eyes upon it. Both beliefs are true, at least to the residents of Crow Hollow.

The origin of this particular dullahan goes back to the American Revolution, when a particularly bloodthirsty Hessian mercenary was decapitated with a cannonball fired by a colonist. The spirit of the Hessian refused to stay at rest, rising from the grave around harvest time each year to seek vengeance on those responsible for his death. Some claimed the horseman had made a bargain with supernatural forces and would only rest each year after claiming an ever increasing number of souls.

Word of this supernatural peril reached a group of druid’s in Europe who saw it as a sign to come and settle nearby. Their ancient and esoteric beliefs convinced them it was their sacred duty to placate and contain the Headless Horseman through devout sacrifice to their ancient gods. Those druids crossed the ocean to found the town of Crow Hollow. It is said that during Samhain, proper sacrifice to the old gods fulfills an ancient pact. The blood of the few protects the many, and those that survive this season of offerings are blessed by prosperity so long as they are willing to die when chosen. To fail this sacred duty, to break this ancient pact, would release the dullahan as punishment and no one would be spared.

If you stumble upon the Horseman’s crypt, beware. Don’t dare disturb his peace, and be ever watchful for those that serve him, for they will do you harm.

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.