Every fall season a coldness spreads from beneath its creaky floorboards and out into the fields like dark clouds.

Shadows behind the shutters and children speaking in strange voices.  A moaning chant of Latin drifts out of the forest at night. Locals are drawn to the old attic door every October yet a bell of the dead won't stop tolling.  

A mysterious woman from the attic was recently unearthed beneath the manor's chapel.  Consecrated grounds and a mistake perhaps...this Halloween season the Condemned will rise and the possession will spread!

Consider the sights of putrid and rotting meals served to any who have made poor comments of our delicious Diner food.  Hellen, the corn field reaper and has taken her cutting skills deeper to reap any complainers into the kitchen parts of the Diner.  Grotesque squirming meats and rotten apples with worms is the daily special, for all those who complain too much?  Hellen shall seek her reaping.

Horror Legends appear to come alive this season at night in the boggy bayou trails in the backwoods.  Sacred rites and rituals are said to have risen the worst of nightmares just past 13th street area.  There’s a lake system and an old camp by the cemetery.  Campers have been spotted entering but are never heard of again. Do not enter the Bayou alone, rumour has it, no one ever leaves.

Located deep in the backwoods as the perfect experimental grounds of past monstrosities and horrid creations of which can only be described as a perfect mix of paranormal and severed limbs.  Conjoining several hooves to human heads has been a flourishing trade at Redsaw Lab since 1814 after the war.  The doctors diagnose everything and everyone simply requiring a limb or vital organ upon exit, there are no exceptions.  The lab was shut down in the early 1900s, but some say it is in operation to this day.

Located at an old circus village next to the main Miller Town train rail, all the castaways from the clown show have conjured up their own talents in revenge for mistreatment. The tricks are fun and the balloon show is to die for.  This is a family circus they said, near the merry-go-round.  But no one has entered behind the curtains to see what’s really going on to this day.

The curses of the woods have brought to life the strange experiments in the Nursery, guests to the manor have gone missing now and then, finding strange parts and plants in the Nursery.  Weave your way through the vines and night creatures and survive the feast. 

The Manor grounds have always had a hunger in return for its fall harvest.

When the two young sisters disappeared in the back fields their footprints simply ended. Some hear them or see them pass through the cedar forests at night.  Scarecrows start to shift after dark. Voices whisper from inside walls, and the maze seems to grows around you as you pass.  The caretakers know better than to interfere.  Harvest Hollow is our yearly ritual. But every harvest has its price…never follow the glowing eyes!