Headless Horseman Hayride and Haunted House Attraction

Attractions:

Darkest Offering:
Summer has ended and the harvest has been reaped. The veil between the realms of the living and the dead wears thinnest now as winter approaches. It's a time of celebration, and the time for sacrifice. It is the time of Samhain. We wear masks to fool the dead and we light fires to hold back the night for just a little bit longer. What we call Halloween in our modern world has become a pale imitation of rites still held sacred by few to protect the many. There are still those who believe in pacts with ancient gods and the wrath of the Dullahan, that headless terror on a black steed.

The town of Crow Hollow welcomes you to join in their ancient rites and festivities. For centuries the celebration has been shrouded in secrecy. Tonight, outsiders have been asked to participate for the first time in town history! Dare you refuse the invitation to be an honored guest for Crow Hollow’s most sacred celebration? Dare you refuse the Darkest Offering?

Jacko's Inferno:
Jack had always been a peculiar boy, with a penchant for things that sent chills down most people's spines. In the heart of the woods, he meticulously crafted a playground that mirrored his darkest imaginings, a place he called Jacko’s Inferno.

The first part of Jack's playground included the Witch House. It was a small, dilapidated shack made of ancient, worm-eaten wood, standing precariously on stilts above the ground. Inside, Jack had arranged a collection of bizarre trinkets—dried animal bones, jars filled with strange, unidentifiable substances, and a cauldron that he kept filled with a foul-smelling concoction.

Widow's Walk:
“The Gardens of Widow’s Walk”
In the quaint town of Crow Hollow, the gardens surrounding the old mansion held a chilling reputation. For generations, locals whispered about Elizabeth Blackwell “Mother”, the widow who once tended to the lush grounds. Her husband, Jacob had mysteriously vanished one stormy night, and Elizabeth spent her days nurturing the roses, hiding a dark secret beneath their beauty

Crow Hollow:
An ancient ritual has gone awry! Madness and chaos have infected the town! Your only hope for survival is to avoid the poor souls that have had their minds twisted by demonic forces. Yesterday the citizens of Crow Hollow were peaceful, generous, and kind. Tonight, there’s no glimmer of humanity left in their crazed eyes.

The Lunar Motel:
The bright MOTEL sign lures travelers, yet the word VACANCY buzzes with electric warning. The warning is too little and too late. Only the desperate find their way to the Lunar Motel.

A family wagon parks among the other vehicles, a food truck, a sedan, a pickup loaded with all manner of trash and treasure. A weary father exits the wagon, the noise of cranky children spills out after him. He takes an overdue breath of fresh air. Distant screams spoil the first moment of peace he’s had in days.

Glutton's Diner and Slaughter House:
“There’s a fly in my soup.” Consider yourself lucky if that’s all you find. Don’t complain to the staff unless you want your ear chewed off– and then served back to you with a side of fries.

From the roadside, Glutton’s resembles a typical greasy spoon diner. Once you enter that all changes. The smell that assaults you from the kitchen will make your eyes tear. It’s like summer roadkill set ablaze. Above the counter, what you first mistake as hanging fly strips, turn out to be disturbing folk art. It’s best not to ask what the pagan symbols mean.

Mama Rose's Swamp Shack:
The stories are all the same. Never go down to her shack. Don’t speak to her. And most important of all, NEVER listen to what she says.

There’s a broken down shack near Terpening’s farm on the outskirts of Crow Hollow. A haggard old woman dwells within, Mama Rose. Rumor has it that she was once the wife of a prosperous businessman in Crow Hollow, until he disappeared.

Evil Reaping: Dark Harvest Corn Maze:
This land rewards its caretakers with pumpkins to carve, corn to reap, and souls harvest. These fields grow more than you know and take more than you may be willing to give.
As you make your way through the corn, keep your eyes open and your mind closed. Make no mistake, you’re being hunted. Don’t accept gifts from smiling strangers, especially if that gift is a necklace. You see, Samhain is upon us, and some who celebrate mark their chosen offerings with trinkets.

Lucy Fear's Circus Side Show:
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.

The Horseman's Tomb:
“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

Crow's Cage 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.

Roots of Evil:
The ancient druids preach that the Earth sustains our lives by feeding on our deaths. They warn that disrespect to Father Dagda, god of Earth, leads to calamity and abomination. Nowhere can this lesson be seen clearer than the greenhouse at Terpening Farm.

The Feeding: Blood Thirsty:
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.

Mother's Manor:
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.

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