The Ride of Terror

Prepare to have white knuckles as you grasp on to the rails during the longest, most terrifying hayride in South Jersey. From the Killer hicks with their chainsaws to the twenty feet demons jumping from the brush. With several new horrifying additions the Ride of Terror is a hayride that will put chills through your spine and screams in your throat.

Home for the Demented and the Dead

The dead never sleep in this house. Hallways dripping with blood and the dead roaming the premises searching for their next kill. Nothing is safe when you’re the hunted…and the dead are hungry. The Home of the Demented and Dead is one house that you’ll only visit once…

The Dreaded Cornfield Maze

Sweat drips down your forehead, your hearts pacing, and your fist grasp tightly in a ball. You’ve been walking through corn for hours and you seem to be right back where you started. You hear corn breaking in the distance from all directions. The noise grows closer and more intense by the second. You have no choice. Run… run… while you still have a chance! Who know what lies around the next corner or even the beyond the next stalk in the Dreaded Cornfield Maze.

3D Halls of Horror

The halls are dark and full of frightful screams and violent noises. You’re eyes seem to be misleading. Is that an axe in front of you or just a swinging branch in the wind? These halls are filled with much more scary things than 3D imaging. Imagine what 3d zombies looks like when they’re gnawing away at your arm in the 3D Halls of Horror.

Frozen Tundra

The whistling of a brisk breeze hits the rolling snow covered hills that fill the dark desolate air in the small town of the Frozen Tundra. Thirty days of night fall upon this quaint town every year in October. With in those thirty days of darkness dozens of missing towns people are mysteriously gone missing in the frozen nights. No tracks or prints are ever found linking a living animal with these disappearances. It’s said that only creatures of the night roam the Frozen tundra during these thirty days of white hell.

Mayhem of Darkness

Thump thump…thump thump…it’s the only sound you can hear in the complete darkness of the abandoned building. Thump thump…thump thump… Someone else is with you in this dilapidated sanitarium. Thump thump…thump thump… You think to yourself, for once you should have listened to your mom and not given in to the peer pressure of the other kids. Thump thump…thump thump… This time the noise grows, louder, closer, faster, harder. Thump thump…thump thump…It’s so close the noise vibrates through your finger tips. Thump thump…thump thump…. A cold breath whispers down your neck. Hairs on your body violently spike up as the chills run down your spine. In a delay your mind doesn’t compute the words that were said. The last words your young ears ever heard…”Your dead…”