Our 4 demonic and diabolical haunted houses and the new Cornfield of Terror are sure to make your heart skip a beat and have you screaming till your lungs hurt.
It’s a mad, mad world.
This is a highly specialized mission only a few ever come back from. We picked you because you said you couldn’t be broken – well you are most certainly broke now! Let’s just see if you can drag your sorry ass out of this quagmire without going insane trying to find your way out.
Those little pills won’t do you any good. There are no maps to get you out of this mess. This psychologically paralyzing maze may drive you cuckoo, crazed and delirious. Good luck.
Fairy tales take a nightmarish turn in this twisted tale where princesses don't get saved, children don’t escape the woods and when you go down the rabbit hole, you don't ever return.
You're a grownup after all. Prepare for a dark departure from the fairy tales you held so dear when you were a wee one. "Sweet dreams darling!"
Now that you are all grown up, discover what really happened behind the rhymes, riddles and tales. Turns out – there were no good guys. Three little pigs – so cute and so clever. Ha! Raging hogs who know how to use tools on you! Little Red Riding Hood? I’m pretty sure you can guess by now why she’s red. That ain’t no wolf blood. It’s the last guy who signed up for this sh*t!
Yeah, yeah…they all lived (?) crappily ever after.
Taking the subway. Feels good. You’re not one of those jerks driving a Hummer up the road polluting our planet, spewing carbon out your backend. No. You’re virtuous. You’ve got a ticket to green living sainthood.
But why isn’t the train stopping at your stop? Or that one? Or that one?
Oh good. It’s stopping…OH CRAP! IT’S STOPPING!
A moonlit walk through a cornfield. Sounds pleasant. Did you just trip over an old headstone? Stub your toe on a crypt? Yeah, this overgrown terrain has secrets buried deep beneath the soil, bodies actually. Decrepit, old, rotting bodies.
Tread lightly. You’ll be greeted by residents of this old lot. Some will be glad to see you, some not so much. Is that the wind howling or are those blood curdling screams? Why the uneasy feelings? No one’s stalking you, right?