Past Haunts

2024 Haunts

Autumn of Terror

The day after Devil’s Night, the streets are filled with the haunting echoes of children trick-or-treating. Their innocent laughter seems to mock the creeping dread that permeates the air. A ghostly, icy breeze slithers through the dark, eerie autumn evening, stirring the bright fall leaves scattered on the ground, their vibrant hues rapidly fading into rot and decay.

On Halloween night, it is said, the veil between our world and the spirit realm is at its thinnest. This fragile boundary, normally impenetrable, dissolves almost completely, allowing the sinister denizens of the underworld to slip through and invade our world. Ghosts, goblins, and other ghastly creatures emerge from the shadows, eager to unleash their malevolent fury on the living.

During this brief, terrifying window, these wretched beings stalk the streets with one horrifying intent: to possess our souls and transform our world into their own nightmarish domain. They hide in the lengthening shadows, whispering vile temptations into the ears of the unsuspecting, their cold breath sending shivers down spines. As darkness deepens, the air grows heavy with the scent of decay and the palpable fear of those who sense the lurking evil. These malevolent entities will stop at nothing to achieve their sinister goals, their relentless pursuit casting a chilling pall over the night. Each step taken, each breath drawn, brings the living closer to the clutches of the horrors that seek to claim their souls and plunge the world into eternal darkness.

The Ritual

A decade has passed since the Hockley House Massacre, where a seance gone wrong left Lady Hockley and her wealthy party guests dead. While rumors of demonic possession surround the bloody scandal, the neighboring village of Black Oak remains oblivious to the full extent of the tragedy. Once a serene and remote community, Black Oak has begun to live under a darkening cloud of dread. The abandoned Hockley House, a decaying relic of its former grandeur, has become a focal point of fear and suspicion. Villagers report shadowy figures in dark robes, flickering lights from within the crumbling walls, and ominous chanting that drifts on the night air.

Unbeknownst to the townsfolk, a malevolent cult has claimed Hockley House. The cult has come to resurrect Lady Hockley and her host of deceased socialites, because the stories of evil are true; it was demons that answered the call of Lady Hockley’s seance ten years ago, and the cult has come to unleash that evil upon the Earth once more. The cult members know that to raise the possessed socialites from the grave is to enter into an unholy covenant with the evil spirits–a covenant which will make the cult nearly as powerful as the demons themselves.

As the cult descends upon Black Oak, villagers begin to disappear. They vanish from their homes and are snatched from their carriages, while screams emanate from Hockley House at night. As terror engulfs Black Oak, it becomes clear that the cult’s grisly rites require human sacrifice; Black Oak’s dwellers, and any visitors ill fated enough to stumble upon the village, must die so that Lady Hockley and her cursed companions can live. As the cult sets about its darkest rituals, Hockley House becomes a nightmarish battleground where the boundary between the living and the dead is brutally shattered, and the desperate struggle for survival unfolds as the cult hunts for blood.

2023 Haunts

Jed’s Chop Shop

After years of supplying Lipscomb County with his award winning meats, Country Bill Moseley has served the townsfolk one last helping…all at the hands of his most loyal butcher, Jedadieah.

Did old man Moseley fall into the meat grinder? Was he pushed? We will never know.

One thing is certain, the locals have had their last “taste” of Country Bill.

The rusty blades still spin, the grinders still churn, and the silhouettes in the barn create quite a haunting scene as the flickering neon light reads ”Same recipe, New owner”

Welcome to Jed’s Chop Shop. Stay a while. You don’t have a choice.

*Opens when the roosters crow. Closes when the moon glows.

Dead of Winter: Chapter 2

A grim darkness has descended upon the North Pole, this time of year the halls of Santa’s workshop are usually filled with song and laughter but now there is only a foreboding eerie chill where the cheery warm glow once was. This holiday season Santa isn’t feeling quite like himself and the Elves have been acting up and are back to their sinister and mischievous ways. Krampus has been bound and locked away under a close watchful eye and has now been set loose from his chains to punish all who he encounters. While the ghastliest ghouls of Christmas past have been conjured by the wicked Elves and the dead may roam, don’t stay indoors too long from the bone chilling cold of jack frost for the threat of cabin fever is real. So finish your holiday shopping, grab that last moldy fruit cake off the store shelf but always remember, you can’t escape the dead of winter!