Hush Haunted Attraction

Welcome to Hush Falls Hotel—where the bellhop sends you straight down.

Moments after you “check in,” the elevator cable snaps, dropping you into dripping service tunnels. Cracked pipes lead to a buried temple carved with forbidden glyphs, its coffins yawning open.

You may reach the lobby again… but the concierge already marked you “permanent resident.”

The gates are rusted open, and the dead won’t stay put.

Mausoleums ooze, crypt stones pulse, and the once-quiet chapel now echoes with cultic chants. Beneath its cracked altar, the Scions of Flesh stitch soul to corpse, raising “perfect” vessels in their own image.

Cross the yard if you dare—just know the Scions consider every visitor prime burial material.

The grand manor is collapsing, but its lab still hums. 

Deep below Rosecliff, the Scions of Flesh raid bodies and legends alike—grafting the captured Mummy’s sinew to clockwork hearts, chasing a “perfected” Frankenstein. Jars glow with stolen souls; thunder coils around half-alive giants.

Now hallways grow teeth, Scions beg for mercy, and you’re the next set of spare parts.

The city’s most infamous street has become cursed during Mardi Gras.

Partygoers vanished. The music turned dark. Revelers reemerged as monsters in beads and bone. The spirits of the city rise, empowered by the chaos

—and now, they want you to join them.