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General Admission
linked in one contiguous path.
Fast Pass Admission
Pass Line, usually ~1/3 the wait time.
Immediate Admission
Front of the Line,usually ~5 minutes.
V.I.P. Bar Creep Pass
& a keepsake lanyard. Drinks are extra.
If purchased online, you will be asked to show your credit card & ID at the event
REFUND POLICY No refunds or exchanges allowed for this event
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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 -
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 -
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 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 -
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 -
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 -
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 -
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 -
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Once initiated, guests are transported to a realm of voodoo enchantment, where haunting melodies of blues music echo through the dimly lit space. Within, mixologists craft specialty cocktails infused with a touch of the supernatural, each libation a bewitching concoction that entices the palate and stirs the spirit.
As the shadows dance along the walls and the patrons revel in the mysterious ambiance, Voodoo Blues Secret Bar remains a sought-after destination for those who yearn to sip on secrets amidst the haunting allure of Hush Haunted Attraction.
Access requires the Bar Creep Pass and 21+ years of age.Less -
Once initiated, guests are transported to a realm of voodoo enchantment, where haunting melodies of blues music echo through the dimly lit space. Within, mixologists craft specialty cocktails infused with a touch of the supernatural, each libation a bewitching concoction that entices the palate and stirs the spirit.
As the shadows dance along the walls and the patrons revel in the mysterious ambiance, Voodoo Blues Secret Bar remains a sought-after destination for those who yearn to sip on secrets amidst the haunting allure of Hush Haunted Attraction.
Access requires the Bar Creep Pass and 21+ years of age.Less -
Only those with the coveted Bar Crawl Pass can gain entry to this frozen realm, where mixologists conjure specialty cocktails that mirror the frosty allure of their surroundings. Each sip of these elixirs sends a chill down the spine, transporting visitors to a world where voodoo blues and yeti tales converge in an unforgettable journey through Glacier Grog Grotto Secret Bar.
Access requires the Bar Creep Pass and 21+ years of age.Less -
Only those with the coveted Bar Crawl Pass can gain entry to this frozen realm, where mixologists conjure specialty cocktails that mirror the frosty allure of their surroundings. Each sip of these elixirs sends a chill down the spine, transporting visitors to a world where voodoo blues and yeti tales converge in an unforgettable journey through Glacier Grog Grotto Secret Bar.
Access requires the Bar Creep Pass and 21+ years of age.Less -
Amidst the flickering of tesla coils and the humming of machinery, patrons gather to savor elixirs that blend the arcane with the alluring, creating an unforgettable experience that sparks the imagination at Bolt & Beaker Secret Bar.
Access requires the Bar Creep Pass and 21+ years of age.Less -
Amidst the flickering of tesla coils and the humming of machinery, patrons gather to savor elixirs that blend the arcane with the alluring, creating an unforgettable experience that sparks the imagination at Bolt & Beaker Secret Bar.
Access requires the Bar Creep Pass and 21+ years of age.Less -
Whether seeking a memento to remember your spine-tingling adventure or a sinister gift for the curious souls back home, visitors find themselves bewitched by the mysterious allure of Eerie Essentials at Hush Haunted Attraction.Less -
Whether seeking a memento to remember your spine-tingling adventure or a sinister gift for the curious souls back home, visitors find themselves bewitched by the mysterious allure of Eerie Essentials at Hush Haunted Attraction.Less -
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dates + prices
General Admission Prices
Fast Pass: Add $11
Immediate: Add $22
$1 More Day-Of
$3 More at the Door
Buy in advance to save
3 Bars Hidden Inside The Haunts
Add to your experience a V.I.P. Bar Creep Pass which grants to entry into all 3 secret bars that are hidden inside the haunts! Each bar has a unique 21+ drink for an additional price. BUY ACCESS IN ADVANCE
EVERY NIGHT
EVERY NIGHT
pitch black. 1 glowstick.
Our SCARIEST nights of the year are Nov 3 & 4! Navigate 3 PITCH-BLACK haunted houses with ONLY ONE GLOW STICK per group.
November 3 & 4
November 3 & 4
Monster meet & greet, 2-5p
Join us for an afternoon of family fun! Walk through the haunted houses with the lights on, meet and greet with monsters, and COLLECT CANDY!
October 29
October 29
Shake Your Bones hourly (Fridays and Saturdays) on our Festival Stage with the legendary Skeleton Sam from LVCRFT! As heard on Hocus Pocus 2, The Chilling Adventures of Sabrina, Hubie Halloween, and Syfy’s Chucky – LVCRFT is the music of choice for spooky freaks everywhere. The town of Hush Falls is thrilled to host LVCRFT’S Skeleton Sam during his annual Halloween tour.