The Early Years

It began in 1998 with a single room and a single idea: that the dark could be taught to do things. One scare. One held breath. One door you wished you’d left closed.

It did not stay small. The room became a maze, sprawling through the garage, walls folding back on themselves until guests lost the way out — and the House learned that fear, like rot, spreads.

By 2007, the dead began to speak. The first animatronic skulls, built by hand and driven by a joystick, lip-syncing their threats to anyone who dared come close. By 2013 the haunt had teeth — swarms of flies and wasps conjured from motors and shadow, souls dragged skyward in the Ascend to Heaven sequence. The animatronics at their cruel peak.

Around that same year the doors opened wider, and the haunt became a gathering — an annual party where the horror itself played host.

Then, in 2019, the House changed the rules entirely. No longer something you walked through, but something you entered: an immersive tabletop descent with custom-built tables and total environmental immersion, where guests stopped watching the story and became the desperate souls inside it.

A quarter-century on, the House is still hungry. What follows is the archive — proof, for those who need it, that the dread was always real.