Deep in the heart of Hush Falls, as autumn paints the world in hues of amber and gold, a grand spectacle unfolds—the annual Harvest in the Falls Festival begins. A time of jovial exuberance and renewal, when the veil between worlds is at its thinnest, where light and darkness lose all meaning, within a realm of twilight. Amidst the merriment and laughter, the streets of Hush Falls beckon with an alluring, albeit sinister, charm. The Midway, a labyrinth of shadows and twisted delights, luring brave and adventurous souls into its eerie embrace, offers little solace to the uninitiated. The very air hums with a forbidden excitement, as the flickering lanterns cast macabre shadows on the faces of those in attendance. Amongst the revelers, residents don eerie costumes, weaving together little white lies of silk and lace, a half-hearted attempt to conceal the morbid machinations they have in store. They play their parts with fiendish glee, delighting in the trembling anticipation of those who dare to enter their realm. Hidden beneath the surface of the festive frivolity, lurks the darker secrets of Hush Falls—a town veiled in enigma and obscured in mystery. A welcoming grin draped over a maw of sharpened teeth, laying in wait behind a mask of malcontent and ill repute. A whisper from deep within the shadows tells the tale of salvation, but, Alas! it comes too late. They revealed themselves, but you did not dare to look upon them...they tried to warn you, but you did not heed their calls. Welcome to our Harvest. Welcome to Hush Falls. Abandon hope, all ye who enter...

The Mayor of Hush Falls invites you to a celebration of the annual Harvest in the Falls festival. Join us in celebrating over 100 seasons of renewal within our community, as our midway and main streets come to life with musicians, fire dancers, aerialists, and stage shows! The Harvest in the Falls Festival for the 2023 season begins this September 29th and continues through to November 4th. Join our magnanimous Mayor and the breathtakingly sensational Miss Hush Falls, as they host the evening's festivities and guide you to your final destination. Spend the night in our exclusive luxury hotel, tour our great city and learn the expansive history of Hush Falls from the perspective of the locals. They have secrets they're dying to share with you.Less -

In the heart of Hush Falls, a quaint and unassuming town veiled in mist and secrets, there stood an eerie edifice known as The Twilight Hotel. Its façade exuded an old-world charm, but its timeworn beauty masked a sinister history. Within its walls, a labyrinth of terror awaited those daring enough to enter—a haunted house attraction like no other.


As twilight descended upon the town, the curious guests gathered at The Twilight Hotel's grand entrance. The moon, a pale crescent in the sky, seemed to peer down with knowing eyes. The wind whispered through the trees, carrying with it the hushed murmurings of the spirits that dwelled within the haunted walls.

Stepping through the ornate doors, the guests found themselves in an opulent lobby, adorned with gilded chandeliers and portraits of long-forgotten figures. The concierge, a figure of eerie elegance, welcomed them with a macabre smile, his eyes reflecting the flickering candlelight. A single key to a mysterious elevator was presented, beckoning the brave souls to explore a different dimension beyond the mortal realm.

As the elevator doors closed, an uncanny sensation gripped the guests, and they felt as if they were descending into an abyss of the unknown. The usual hum of machinery was replaced by an unsettling silence. Slowly, the atmosphere transformed, and the elevator doors opened to reveal a realm steeped in darkness and chaos.

This alternate dimension was a nightmare-come-to-life—a landscape marred by demonic creatures and ancient ruins shrouded in shadow. Blood-red moonlight bathed the land, revealing grotesque forms lurking in the corners, eyes glinting with malevolence.

The guests ventured forth into this nightmarish realm, where twisted apparitions materialized from the depths of their darkest fears. Demonic figures with gnarled limbs and wicked grins danced around them, their laughter echoing through the abyss.

Amidst the malevolent phantoms, they encountered ancient ruins that bore the weight of forgotten civilizations. Glyphs of unknown origin adorned the weathered stones, and whispers of long-dead languages resonated in the air like ghostly hymns.

As they delved deeper into this haunted dimension, the very fabric of reality seemed to unravel. Time became an enigmatic concept, and the boundaries between dream and reality blurred. Each step led the guests further into the clutches of the surreal and the uncanny.

As the guests exited the haunted house attraction, they carried with them an experience that would haunt their dreams and awaken their deepest fears. The Twilight Hotel, a place where the boundaries of reality and nightmare intertwined, had left its mark on their souls forever. And amidst the darkness, the ancient hotel stood, awaiting new souls eager to delve into its enigmatic depths and embrace the haunting allure of The Twilight Hotel.Less -

As the twilight sky surrenders to the inky blackness, brave souls dare to enter, stepping through the gnarled iron gates guarding the entrance. The air turns cold, and the scent of damp earth permeates the atmosphere, as if the very essence of death surrounds them. A chorus of owls hoot in the distance, and unseen creatures scuttle through the underbrush, as if to warn of the horrors that await.

Upon crossing the threshold, guests are led into the heart of the crypt—a mausoleum of crumbling stone, adorned with ancient engravings and forgotten epitaphs. Shadows dance upon the walls, their ethereal movements mirroring the restless spirits within. Each step echoes like a funeral march, resonating through the hearts of the intrepid wanderers.

Emerging from the cemetery, guests find themselves ensnared within the treacherous swamps, a labyrinth of murky waters and ancient cypress trees draped in moss. The ground beneath their feet feels unsteady, as if the spirits of the marshes seek to pull them down into the depths. Strange cries resonate from hidden corners, their origin obscured by the enveloping darkness.

For Swampland's Hollow is not merely a haunted attraction—it is a portal to a realm where the macabre and the mystical intertwine, leaving those who enter forever haunted by the echoes of a world beyond our own. And so, as the sun rises, the enigma of Swampland's Hollow slumbers, waiting to lure in new souls, eager to face their deepest fears and embrace the unknown.Less -

In the moonlit hours when the stars seemed to shudder at their own reflections, a spectral silhouette loomed atop the hill in the town of Hush Falls—a place of whispers and shadows known as Rosecliff Hall. Once the epitome of wealth and opulence, the grand mansion was now a haunting edifice, its owners, the illustrious Rosecliff family, having long passed away, leaving behind an unfinished Frankenstein's nightmare.

As the guests arrived, they marveled at the imposing structure that stood before them—the remnants of a bygone era, a testament to both grandeur and macabre fascination. The overgrown garden whispered secrets of its own, and the wind seemed to carry the echoes of forgotten laughter.

Stepping over the threshold, they were plunged into a world frozen in time, the furnishings draped in dust and cobwebs, as if the mansion itself mourned the loss of its once-vibrant occupants. The portraits of the Rosecliff family adorned the walls, their enigmatic gazes following the intruders as they ventured deeper into the house.

But as the guests journeyed through the echoing halls, they discovered a sinister twist to the tale—the mansion was not as abandoned as it seemed. Unbeknownst to the living, the Rosecliffs' unfinished creation had awakened from its slumber and taken possession of the home.

Frankenstein, a grotesque amalgamation of flesh and metal, now presided over the mansion like a malevolent puppeteer. His eyes, once vacant and lifeless, now gleamed with an eerie spark. The guests found themselves ensnared in a game of cat and mouse, as the monster watched them with a sinister curiosity.

The scent of electricity and decay hung heavy in the air as the guests journeyed deeper into the mansion's hidden chambers. They stumbled upon Frankenstein's workshop, where an unholy army of half-formed soldiers lay in repose, each awaiting the spark of life. The walls were adorned with arcane symbols and cryptic diagrams—a testament to the mad science that now held sway over the mansion.

With every step, the guests felt the weight of an impending doom pressing upon their shoulders. The whispers of unseen forces beckoned them further, deeper into the heart of the darkened abyss. Shadows danced on the walls, and eerie murmurs resonated in the halls, as if the mansion itself were alive with secrets.

In a chilling climax, they found themselves face to face with the monster himself. Frankenstein, a hulking behemoth of metal and flesh, loomed before them—a grotesque masterpiece of the dark arts. His eyes bore into their souls, and his voice, a haunting symphony of torment, filled the room.

"I am the legacy of the Rosecliffs, their unfinished creation, brought to life by a malevolent hand," he declared, his words resonating through the very fabric of reality.

He spoke of his ambition to build an army of soldiers, fashioned from the stolen remains of the fallen, imbued with the spark of life that eluded him. And in the hollow echo of his words, the guests saw the reflection of their own mortality.

With the mansion now his unholy citadel, Frankenstein reached out with clawed hands, seeking to claim the souls of the living to fuel his dark endeavors. The guests, trembling with fear, knew they had to escape the clutches of this monstrous mastermind.

A frenzied chase through the twisting corridors ensued, as they sought sanctuary from the wrath of the creature born of hubris and desperation. Each step brought them closer to the mansion's exit, their hearts pounding like drums of doom.

As they fled the cursed mansion, they felt the oppressive presence of Frankenstein fading behind them. The morning sun began to rise, illuminating the town of Hush Falls and banishing the lingering shadows.

But the memory of Rosecliff Hall: Army of Monsters would forever haunt their dreams—a chilling tale of a mansion steeped in darkness and the monster that sought to build an army of soldiers. And in the years to come, the legend of the haunted attraction would grow, drawing in new souls eager to face their deepest fears and confront the legacy of the Rosecliff family.Less -