This year’s terrifying haunts are still lurking in the shadows. Check back soon for all the horrifying details, or explore our past haunts to relive the fear.

A once thriving port town has fallen into darkness. While merchant traders used to frequent the wealthy but remote seaside town, the only guests of late have been death, destruction and horrors beyond imagining. As the plague ravages the town’s citizen’s, deranged pirates infest the landscape, bringing blood drenched torture and mayhem. The town’s dead are too numerous to bury, but the bodies thrown into the sea do not rest there; the bloated, rotting corpses tread back to land, shrouded in seaweed, crazed with their lust for vengeance on those who managed to survive. The governor and his family offer no solace or protection; barricaded in their dark manor, the wealthiest family in town falls prey to madness.

Any visitor cursed enough to find themselves in the town should hasten to seek a way out; but no matter how quickly guests hurry along the sandy streets and creep through the houses of the ill, the gruesome deaths that lurks around each corner will likely be much faster.

In Watery Grave, there’s truly nowhere to hide. Will you escape the cursed shoreline, or will what lurks within the murky waters claim you?

While time slips by, another year has passed and the leaves begin to change from their various shades of green to the vibrant colors of autumn rust. On a dreary moonlit night the children share scary stories of the local lore of the living dead stalking the living, werewolves mutilating and devouring livestock, evil scarecrows with glowing eyes hiding in the cornfields, murderous possessed children, the old creepy abandoned house where vampires live, sounds of witches cackling in the cursed pumpkin patch where the gourdsmen stand guard of their king.

These tall tales sound like poison candy fever dreams, but it is said on Halloween when darkness falls and the veil between our world and the netherworld is the thinnest, these “stories” come to life and the evil from the underworld awakens only to transcend our world into darkness and to create more tales of terror and mayhem.

Will you make it out before the harvest claims you?

Sheer moments after what was thought to be the party of the century, the towns infamously leaking nuclear power plant has finally melted down. Causing catastrophic amounts of nuclear radiation and waste to enter the atmosphere. Turning the surrounding areas into a complete deadzone for any potential life.

But there are still survivors. Divided into factions, our survivors make use of the daylight to fight for resources and gather materials to partake in a now sacred ritual of the night. Where they must blast music and fires in order to keep the grotesquely mutated at bay. We soon find out that the mutated are quite persistent and will not easily subside, until they feed…

Christmas has come and gone, and the festive decorations have been replaced with the cold, gray monotony of order. The state officials, after weeks of battle, have finally reclaimed the asylum. The leader of the misfits, known only as Misfit, has been locked away in her own cell deep within the facility. Her supporters cry out for her, their loyalty unshaken, but the warden has tightened security to a degree never before seen. The asylum is now under a 24-hour lockdown, and for the first time in months, a sense of uneasy calm blankets the Cuckoo’s Nest.

But the calm is deceptive.

Misfit, ever the mastermind, has planned for this. Before her capture, she carefully hid keys throughout the asylum, each one a gateway to chaos. Her followers, emboldened by whispers of her escape plan, scour the halls, unlocking doors and freeing allies as they go.

The state officials, weary but determined, sense the rising tension but underestimate the lengths the misfits will go to reclaim their home. It all comes to a head when a small group of loyalists discovers Misfit’s location deep in the basement, chained and guarded. The moment they see her, her haunting grin tells them everything they need to know: she never stopped being in control.

As the misfits work to free their leader, the state officials attempt to storm the basement. But Misfit has anticipated this, too. The asylum’s ancient power grid, already strained by the lockdown, suddenly plunges into complete darkness. Emergency lights flicker weakly, casting long, shifting shadows through the halls. Doors slam, alarms malfunction, and distorted voices echo over the broken intercom system.

In the confusion, the officials are cut off and lose their bearings in the twisting corridors. Misfit, freed from her chains, steps out of the shadows, her followers parting to let her pass. Her return is met with whispers, cheers, and manic laughter as she takes her rightful place at the head of the rebellion.

The Cuckoo’s Nest belongs to the misfits once again. The battle for order is over for now. But the asylum has changed forever. A scarred reminder that Chaos cannot be caged.

SCARE ZONES

The holidays are no longer merry. The village of Hollow Pines has fallen under a sinister curse. Twisted elves prowl the shadows with jagged toys, possessed decorations twitch with life, and a deranged Saint Nick hunts those who’ve lost the true spirit of the season.

Joy has rotted. Laughter is a trap.

And this Christmas, the only thing coming down the chimney… is you.

In the shadow of the Salem witch trials, four elemental witches Veltris of Air, Embrin of Fire, Nerida of Water, and Thorne of Earth were betrayed by the very villagers they once protected. Accused of sorcery and sentenced to death, they were each bound by iron, burned, drowned, and buried. But their spirits did not fade. Drawn together by rage and elemental magic older than time, they rose again under a blood moon, vowing vengeance on the descendants of those who condemned them. Their fury now echoes through the winds, the flames, the tides, and the trembling soil, as they reclaim justice from a village that once called them monsters.