Fright Fest at Six Flags Discovery Kingdom

Haunted Houses

Captain Bloat's Shipwreck of Horror
"The remnants of a 200-year-old shipwreck still rests on the bottom floor of the Pacific Ocean just outside Vallejo. Supposedly guarded by the ghost of an evil pirate, Captain Bloat, the treasure on board has never been recovered. Captain Bloat’s crew of live sharks swim alongside the cavernous chambers ensuring no man gets close enough to examine the ruin.
Captain Bloat and his evil pirate crew once roamed the Pacific Ocean just outside of Six Flags Discovery Kingdom. One day the crew set sail in search of the legendary Golden Skull that was said to be hidden deep within the waters off of Vallejo. No one knew how it had gotten there, but they did know that it was worth a lifetime of fortune and happiness.
Each day they would cast their nets to the bottom of the sea, and retrieved the empty nets at the end of the day. The failure to find the Golden Skull unleashed inner furies that began to grow into greed and hatred. The unsuccessful search for wealth turned the greedy pirates against each other; each doubting the true size of the wealth that existed, and each wanting more and more of it for themselves every day that went by.
Everybody wanted the gold for themselves, and the less people there were, the more each of them could have. Crew members were tossed overboard into the dark water to drown in the ruthless waves or be eaten alive by hungry sharks. Other shipmates were tied up and left to die of starvation, and some engaged in brutal fights to cause pain and injury. When half of the crew was knocked out, the net finally brought something up from the depths of the sea. After retrieving the item and upon closer examination, Captain Bloat determined it was indeed the Golden Skull they had been looking for.
His eyes grew big as he chanted, “I’m rich, I’m rich,” and proudly held the sacred piece of gold above his head. His celebration however was cut short when his skin started to deteriorate right down to the bone. He was left a standing skeleton. Other crewmembers took their turns embracing the gold, but one by one, each of them were also turned into dead carcasses. As the last pirate was dying, the Golden Skull slipped out of his hands and back into the ruthless seas.
Legend has it that the Golden Skull is still out there in the waters off of Vallejo, and that Captain Bloat and his crew of pirate ghosts and skeletons still haunt the area. Anyone who comes by looking for their fortune is brutally punished for their greed."

Nightmare Manor
"After Nicholas Nightmare’s untimely death, his eccentric twin daughters were left to fend for themselves. Living alone in this 13-room manor on the Discovery Kingdom lot, the girls eventually went insane. Park guests who dare venture into the dark, gothic setting must face madness and mind games when the clock strikes :13.
The stately Victorian mansion on Willoughby Street was once the largest and most envied house on the block. Explore 13 evil rooms including the parlor, the library, luxurious dusty rooms, the hall of portraits, and the demented dungeon. Just be sure to avoid the restless, vengeful spirits of the house who are rumored to rise from the dead on the 13th hour with a thirst for unwelcome visitors.
The stately Victorian mansion on Willoughby Street was the largest house on the block, but it was very run down. The previous owners, Arsenic and Arania, had moved out years ago and the house was never revisited. As an aspiring house flipper, Jeffrey bought the estate in the hopes of renovating the abandoned property to make it beautiful and to sell it for big bucks.
Jeffrey entered the house to begin his construction project and found bloodstained walls, rodent and bug infestations, and mold and cobwebs growing in the corners. He cleaned the mess and often worked overnight to complete his renovation. Sometimes he thought he heard heavy footsteps, tapping on walls, and muffled whispers, but his hammering, sawing, and drilling disguised the unusual sounds and kept his mind off of them too.
Neighbors often complained about hearing Jeffrey’s construction tools in the middle of the night, but one night, they heard something completely different coming from the house—painful, agonizing screams. They thought the builder had hurt himself so they rushed over to check on him, and found him lying dead in the kitchen with a nail through his heart.
As neighbors and police roamed the house for clues, lights began flickering and doors and windows were locked. Then, they appeared—the previous homeowners, the ghosts of Arsenic and Arania. Arsenic and Arania rarely had visitors, and when they did, their friends were never seen again. Arania told the detectives, “We love visitors,” and Arsenic continued, “but we hate when they try ruining a good time by leaving.” The detectives felt an overpowering force take hold of them, completely disorienting them. As hard as they tried they couldn’t find their way out of the house and became trapped in there forever.
Now, at Six Flags Discovery Kingdom, you can tour the stately Victorian mansion to explore the unfinished renovation and help find the other trapped victims, but remember—even if you can find your way out, the Arsenic and Arania won’t like it when you try to escape."

Carnevil - Death Under the Big Top
The walls are aged and covered in blood. The underside of the smoke-filled canopy is washed in a dim, red, eerie light.
Welcome to the sideshow. Beware. Something sinister and evil lurks under the Big Top. The clowns have gone crazy and the smell of death is in the air. No one is safe. Enter if you dare.
Bunko is an angry clown. After being fired from his beloved traveling circus, Bunko turned from a loveable, laughable clown to a vengeful monster, bent on killing his former employers and anyone who got in his way.
And he did so during his very last performance. Using the sword swallower’s props, with his creepy clown laugh, he took down everyone in his path, including his fellow performers and any audience member in his way.
Years later, Bunko still torments traveling circuses, luring unsuspecting audiences into his deadly funhouse.

Scrapyard of the Dead
"The workers of this ominous yet raucous junkyard are dead, but they don’t actually know it. They just wander the grounds adding to their stockpile of scraps and debris. Behind the deafening heavy metal music, these living dead are getting ready to pounce on whoever gets in their way.
In the late 1970s, there was an accident in the Vallejo scrapyard next to Discovery Kingdom. Bruce Roberts was in charge of sorting the trash and making sure like-products were compacted together. One particularly chilly October night, as he was separating garbage and throwing it into the compactor, the blades froze and clamped shut. The machine screeched to a halt and Bruce went to examine the situation. He shut the machine down and started to oil the blades to loosen then up. That’s when his boss came by his station.
Noticing the power was down in one of his compactors, and with no knowledge that Bruce was down there, he turned the machine back to the “on” position. The oil was enough to separate the blades and the machine slowly unclamped. Bruce, still inside the compactor, screamed when he heard the engine turn. He yelled out that he was in the machine but it was too late. The newly lubed blades cut through him like paper in a paper shredder. The screams were horrifying as blood spurted from the trash compactor soaking Bruce’s boss. The deal was short but beyond painful. Razors started at his toes and made their way up to the top of Bruce’s head. There was not even enough of his body to salvage for a funeral.
Bruce’s mother, Cathy, blamed not only his boss but all of Bruce’s coworkers for the horrible disaster at the scrapyard. She vowed to her son that she would take revenge on all the people who were unable to help him in his time of need. That night she broke into the scrapyard and shut down the main generator that powered the site. When they men came to work the next day and couldn’t get their compactors to work, they each jumped in with oil the same way Bruce had the night he died. With everyone lubing up the blades, Bruce’s Mom restarted power to the basement generator. Every compactor in the yard started up again in unison. The engines kicked in and the blades turned back on. Ten different men were shredded to bits in the same manner as Bruce. Blood seeped from the compactors and the sound of bones being liquefied was all that could be heard for a mile.
After spending a month as a crime scene, the junkyard was condemned. It remained abandoned for years until, just recently, the compactors have started up again. Monstrous looking zombified employees of the scrapyard have been reported wandering Discovery Kingdom and the sound of razors liquefying bone has returned to Vallejo."

St. Hades Hospital
Debut: 2017
By Halloween, Hell was here.
The fall that year was unseasonably hot and dry, when the body bags outside the hospital started to get warm, the smell would carry miles across town. That didn’t matter though, no one was left to be bothered by it.
October 26, 1977, Time Unknown: Alex was building a cabinet in his work shed when he had the accident. The saw blade skipped and caught him on the forearm. Blood poured to the ground, but Alex managed to wrap his wound in a towel. Thinking it would be faster, Alex got in his car and started for the ER.
October 26, 1977, 20:25: By the time Alex was seen by a doctor, his arm was searing with a white hot pain. A fever had set in, and his skin had started to turn a greenish hue. While trying to tell the doctor what had happened, Alex started coughing up blood and bile.
October 26, 1977, 21:42: Alex was pronounced dead.
October 27, 1977, 01:17: Alex’s corpse staggered down the hall from the hospital’s morgue, he reached a patient overnight wing first. All of the rooms awoke to screams.
October 29, 1977, 13:00: The hospital was quarantined and a state of emergency was declared.

Scare Zones

Mt. Rotting Cemetery
"Causing a man's death for a knapsack does not bode well for a pair of unsavory characters. Their deed results in a living dead state that puts them at odds with the dead man and you!
The dead living in Mt. Rotting Cemetery are not truly dead – their spirits are alive and well but the body, not so much. In 1883, a young man by the name of Hensley Copper was brutally murdered by a pair of unsavory characters named Benson Heeley and Renaldo Barnish. The pair were simply on a bender after drinking too much rye whiskey, saw Hensley with a knapsack over his back, and decided they wanted what was in that said knapsack.
When they approached Hensley from behind, they snuck up on him in such a way, that Hensley slipped and fell, knocking him unconsicous (they thought). The two snatched the knapsack from Hensley’s shoulder and left him there, thinking they got a break, because they didn’t even have to touch him to steal his goods.
Hensley was dead though. Really dead. He hit his head on a rock when he fell that was it. Benson and Renaldo were off and running.
When they slowed down to see what their prize was, the knapsack contained a glass jar. They thought it was nothing really, but when they opened it, it smelled like alcohol. They thought they scored because they finished drinking the rye whiskey and could use another hit of something. They each took a swig, and immediately fell ill. You see, the jar contained an elixir that would essentially kill a person but they didn’t know it.
Hensley was a scientist, who experimented in mixing any kind of concoction imaginable. What he thought he came up with was a potion to live forever. The downside was, it was still an experiment. The unlucky souls who “tested” it were the two that didn’t kill Hensley, but essentially caused his death.
Fast forward to today. Benson and Renaldo, seemingly alive, but in corpse-like bodies, “live” in the cemetery they think they can’t leave. And who else shares the space? Hensley Copper, the man whose death they caused.
To this day, the three are not happy being in a living dead state, yet they are all bound to one-another. They despise each other, and what makes matters worse, they don’t like you either."

Arachnid Alley
"Bartholomew Bittmore loves spiders, they're his companions, his friends, his devoted followers, and he's bred them to protect him from anyone that wants to harm them.
When Bartholomew Bittmore was a young lad, he went to retrieve a ball he had thrown waywardly for his dog that had entered a small opening under the front porch of his house. As he squeezed himself through, he realized he was stuck, up to his waist, with his head and arms under the porch. It was dark, and he couldn’t move. For 10 full minutes, he didn’t know what to do as his dog barked and barked outside. As Bartholomew tried desperately to free himself, he found that in the darkness, he was covered in small, fast-moving, and biting spiders. It was every person’s nightmare as the spiders engulfed his head & face, crawled into his shirt and down his back.
Something strange happened though. Bartholomew settled down and the spiders eased off of him. Bartholomew was able to free himself and his fascination with spiders began.
Fast forward 35 years. Bartholomew took his interest in spiders to a new level, becoming an entomologist and in particular, an arachnid specialist. He had no fear of any spider – they were his companions, his friends, his devoted followers.
He had enemies though, people who wanted to kill his beloved spiders because there were so many of them living at his home and freaking out the neighbors. Bartholomew’s fear of his beloved friends being murdered motivated him to breed spiders incessantly, the bigger the better to protect him and his “kin.”
With protection secured, no one dare enter the alley leading up to his home because the spiders are everywhere, and hungry at that."

Sawmill Hollow
Terror in the trees…
When the sun sets and the fog rolls through the edge of the woods, hike quickly and take your leave. The workers of Sawmill Hollow are about to clock in for their shift.
If you are foolish enough to stay, don’t get lost, chainsaws whirl and rip thought the fog. Tree limbs or your limbs, these lumberjacks don’t care…They’ve pledged themselves to the Wendigo, a cannibalistic evil spirit with an insatiable hunger for flesh and blood. The Sawmill Hollow loggers are savage and brutal killers always looking for their next victim. They keep hands as trophies, adorning the walls of their workshop. To be cleaved by an ax, would be mercy compared to the sadistic sawyer’s mill.
Stick to the path and keep an open ear for the rev chainsaws in the dark…it may be the last sound you hear.

RIP Haunts

The Last Ride
Type: Haunted House
"Dare to experience the sensation of being buried alive. Those brave enough to attempt the unthinkable will be treated to an earth-shattering peek into the life that follows death.
In the early 1900s, after many years of wedded bliss, Thomas’ wife, Deborah, was starting to get sick. Weeks passed and her health declined so badly she was rushed to the hospital. Exactly twelve hours after she was admitted, the doctors pronounced her dead. Thomas, however, wasn’t convinced. He insisted she was still alive and refused to leave his love. His protests grew so adamant, the orderlies had to pry him away kicking and screaming from his wife’s body.
In order to alleviate even the smallest portion of his grief, Thomas insisted that his wife be buried in their backyard next to her garden. He visited her every day, never quite able to shake the feeling he should have done more in the hospital. Years passed and eventually, Thomas died. With no further family to speak of, his house was foreclosed and sold at auction. The property was picked up by a group of theme park developers whose first order of business was to demolish the house and tear up the backyard. During construction, a tractor inadvertently pulled up Deborah’s long forgotten coffin. When it crashed to the ground, it promptly broke in half sending the lid flying off its hinges. The construction workers scrambled to the unearthed coffin only to find it was completely empty. Aside from bloodstains and scratched walls, there was absolutely no evidence of Thomas’ late wife. The body was gone but the signs were unmistakable – Thomas’ wife had been buried alive. And, even worse for everyone involved, eventually she found a way to escape.
She now claims victims every October to experience the horror and desperation she felt at being buried alive. A new victim is claimed every night for a month and forced to live with the knowledge they’re about to finish their lives six feet underground."

Circus Berzerkus
Type: Scare Zone
"Pay a visit to this chaotic zone where murderous clowns run rampant in the moonlight. Praying on the darkest fears of its victims, the clowns always know where they can find you.
Bozo loved his job as a clown in the traveling circus that made its rounds through all the small towns in Northern California. He enjoyed making the audience laugh night after night, and the other circus performers loved his friendly attitude. His show was without a doubt a crowd pleaser, but it wasn’t the main attraction that brought people out. When the circus management decided to cut the budget, the beloved clown was let go.
He was absolutely devastated. He had been a clown his whole life – what was he supposed to do now? He didn’t know how to do anything besides make people laugh. And how would they laugh and have fun without him? He decided they wouldn’t. He would see to it that they didn’t.
Angry, Bozo craved revenge on his former employers and essentially anyone still having fun. He was going to prove that the circus would be a complete disaster without his silly antics. During the next nightly performance, Bozo made his move. Just as the sword swallower was finishing his routine, the spotlights flickered and came crashing down to the ground, crushing the performers in the middle of the arena, spattering blood onto the petrified audience. The whole tent went pitch dark. A creepy clown laugh came over the sound system and announced that audience members were about to have the “fright of their life.” The sword swallower used a glow necklace to scope out the area and found that all the circus performers lay dead in a puddle of blood in the center of the venue.
With the clown’s devilish smirk glowing in the light, terrified audience members raced for the exits, only to find that the tent had been tied shut. They were stuck. There was no way out. Bozo entered the center ring, picked up the knives from the sword swallower’s performance, and starting tossing them around the tent, plunging through the heart of anyone in its way. After his bloody murder spree, Bozo sliced a hole into the tent, escaping into the night, and was never seen again.
A few years later, a new traveling circus proclaiming to have “the funniest clown show on earth – so funny, you’ll die laughing!” came to town and setup just on the edge of town. People often reported seeing a maniacal clown hanging around outside the venue, entertaining and luring unsuspecting audiences in with his silly clown costume and zany humor. Once inside, Bozo goes out of his way to end their fun—and often their lives."

Massacre Mine
Type: Haunted House
"Explore an abandoned Gold Rush mine in search of gold, but be careful because terror lurks around every corner of this decrepit mine aptly dubbed “Massacre Mine.” Hundreds have died in this mine during their search for wealth and fortune, and rumors have it that the wicked spirits of the outlaws and miners now haunt the mine, determined to protect their unclaimed riches no matter the cost.
Small traces of gold were found during the excavating and prepping of the site for SUPERMAN Ultimate Flight. It was then discovered that the park sits on land that was part of a massive gold rush back in the 19th century. Legend has it that this site attracted hundreds of thousands of gold seekers to the area almost overnight!

Men and women journeyed to Northern California from all over the country and from abroad, with dreams of fortune and wealth. Many faced substantial hardships on the trip, often dying along the way. Many more fell to the evils of greed because in the beginning there were no laws regarding property rights in the gold fields. An informal and unofficial system of “staking claims” developed, but it was often tainted with blood and brutally vicious murders.

Wyatt Eaton, a young man from Massachusetts, for example, staked claim on the side of a hill that no one else seemed to care for. Others, like Frank James, an older miner from Virginia, even made fun of him for it, calling him a complete fool for thinking he’d ever find anything in the hillside. But Wyatt didn’t care – he listened to his gut and set up camp near his chosen hillside. The young man then religiously began picking away at the hill, day in and day out, digging his way into the hill sometimes even by candle light.

One night, Wyatt struck gold after months of no success. Just as he was about to run out of money, little nuggets just started appearing everywhere along the walls of his little mine! Wyatt couldn’t contain his shrieks of excitement as he ran his fingers over the rock walls. “I’m rich! I’m rich!” he screamed into the night. “I’m rich! I’m rich!” The next morning a group of miners from nearby camps dropped by to congratulate him but found him dead, face down in a nearby creek. He had mysteriously drowned in 2 inches of water. When they turned him over, there was a small mine pick wedged between his terror-stricken eyes, and Frank James was never heard from again.

Rumor has it that the ghost of Wyatt Eaton and the many other prospectors that died searching for wealth now haunt the area, determined to protect their unclaimed riches no matter what the cost."

The Boathouse at Blood Lake
Type: Haunted House
"Are you afraid of crusty old buildings on the edge of a silent lake?
Long ago, the murky waters of Blood Lake, so named for the fate of so many here, was home to millions of fish. The site was also known as the premier fishing spot in all of California. Fishermen from all over the world journeyed to this very site to cast their lines in this most desirable of fishing locations.
Later, tragedy would mar the reputation of this envied place, as news spread about the shocking disappearance one stormy night of legendary fishermen extraordinaire, Jackson McGee. Since that time, no one has dared to fish in the once rich waters of Blood Lake again.
Legend has it that as nightfall was approaching, McGee was on his way to the boathouse, where so many fishermen gathered. As he did almost daily, he was in the boathouse to wrap up a successful fishing run when all of a sudden, his boat began to shake and sway uncontrollably. As McGee frantically worked to seek the cause of the turbulence, he could not fathom the situation at hand as men, as many as 13, had swum under his boat, pawing at him as they tried to climb aboard. The 13 men were human, yet their eyes glowed and their growls were not of human voices. Before McGee could let out a terrifying shriek, the boat capsized and the celebrated fisherman went with it.
By the next morning, when McGee failed to return home, the locals went searching for him. What they found in the light of day was not what they expected – the entire lake had run blood red and the abandoned boat was silently floating near the boathouse.
Nearly 200 years have passed and still, to this day, no one knew what ever became of Jackson McGee. However, there are stories of 13 sets of glowing eyes that look out from the deserted boathouse, and sometimes, there are 14 sets of eyes. Could it be the ghost of Jackson McGee?"

Dark Oaks Asylum
Run: 2016
Type: Haunted House
In 1913, Dr. Currie founded his Asylum…
Within a few short years, it had developed a reputation for its unusual treatment methods. Despite countless claims of inhuman treatment, no solid evidence could be found to shut the facility down.
In 1954, a mysterious fire claimed many lives as it engulfed the asylum. Alice Currie, obsessed with caring out her father’s work, had a new facility build on the original foundation. Strange things began to happen. It was rumored to be cursed. Haunted by the souls of those that died in the fire.
On an eerie night in October of 1973 the entire staff and inmate population disappeared without a trace. The building was shuttered and fell into ruin. It’s been said that at night the insane comeback to life to roam the empty halls. This is where unspeakable things are said to happen. This is Dark Oaks Asylum, nightmare’s reality…

Total Darkness
Type: Haunted House
"The construction of an advanced transportation system has veiled the world into darkness. Now your mind must find your way as you wind around with no light to guide you. Scream if you must, and hold on to those you think you can trust.
The time is late. The ability to see and scope out images or have any semblance of vision is out the door. It’s long been said that the loss of sight makes the other senses work harder which means the deafening sound of silence can bring terror only you can envision.
In the midst of construction of an advanced transportation system, an unexpected power surge has veiled the world into darkness. Alleyways are darker than ever before; trying to make heads or tails out of what’s in front or behind you is an impossible task. And, to make matters worse, there are strange people out there who can see you, but you can’t see them.
Professor Artemis Luckwood, whose once brilliant mind, came up with the ultimate transportation solution, had no idea that his brainchild would engulf the planet into the depths of darkness. The electricity and solar energy needed to power a multi-faceted vehicle that could not only zoom effortlessly on an elevated track but take flight when needed, seemed to be the solution for fast and safe travel. Little did he know that this invention would create world chaos, overburden the sun and create a nighttime that would last forever.
In the dark, will you run into someone you don’t want to? Is the person whose arm you’re clutching actually someone you know? Is there even moon or starlight to guide you in this underworld of darkness? Step in front of you, ever so carefully, tripping will not be fun if you don’t know what you’re walking upon or into.
In this overpopulated world, with zero light to shine on anyone; no power source to bring artificial light into the equation and no ability to light a fire without a fire source; it is a maddening time for all. The total loss of sight can trigger a bit of frustration and there may be those that will take it out on what’s around them, whether it’s by screaming to find their way or perhaps by feeling their way around. When it’s pitch black, there’s no way to predict what is going to happen next!
These are questions you’ll be asking yourself as you wind your way around in TOTAL DARKNESS."

Bloodbath Bayou
Type: Scare Zone
"What lays beneath the Discovery Kingdom waters is far from a tranquil lagoon. Instead what awaits are monstrous crocodiles, decaying zombies, scaly beasts and other unexpected inhabitants that want nothing more than to satisfy their appetite for fresh blood.
Detective Cooper was brought into the town of Vallejo to investigate a series of missing person reports. Teens from around the area were heading into the bayou and never coming back. The lake was netted for bodies but nothing ever turned up. It was as if they’d all disappeared without a trace.
Cooper was getting discouraged in his hunt. The lake had been swept and he did multiple perimeter checks around the bayou but the area was barren. During another day of inspection he saw two teens heading towards the water. They looked like they were on a date and heading into the bayou to swim. Cooper watched them splash around for a few minutes and that’s when he saw it. Crocodiles were attacking from every angle. They jumped straight out of the water and attached their razor sharp teeth to the swimmers’ heads. The swimmers screamed and tried to pull the crocodiles off but that only made it worse. The blood flowing from their bodies attracted even more and suddenly all Cooper could see was a flurry of razor-sharp teeth and scaly tails. They chewed through flesh and crunched on bones. When the massacre was over, there was not a single trace of the teens’ bodies. Cooper knew this was how the rest of the Vallejo residents were disappearing. No bodies were found because no bodies remained.
Cooper brought police to the lake to investigate the situation, as they were dubious of his claims as crocodiles were not indigenous to the Northern California area. The police boat lasted less than 15 minutes in the water. The animals had acquired quite a taste for human blood and knew exactly how to find it. Even on a boat, the police were no match for an entire bayou of crocodiles. They were advanced and knew how to bite straight through the boat and cause it to sink. The police, screaming, landed in the water and tried to head for the shore. No amount of swimming could help though. The men were eaten alive. Eyes were ripped out first as the crocodiles always fought for that particular bite. Ears, mouths and fingers were devoured in seconds. Following the brutal massacre, the entire Bayou was stained blood red.
The area still houses these flesh eating beasts. After they took out the entire police force, no one dared to return. So now the crocodiles remain in the bayou even hungrier than ever."

Slaughter House Pig Farms
Type: Haunted House
"Come visit the Slaughterhouse Pig Farm -- a formerly condemned; family owned pork-processing plant where human flesh is served to unsuspecting customers. The slaughterhouse has reopened but the mystery meat remains just that -- a mystery.
The Slaughter House Pig Farm — a formerly condemned; family owned pork-processing plant where human flesh is used to keep down costs. The slaughterhouse has reopened but the mystery meat remains just that — a mystery.
Mr. and Mrs. Drake owned a butcher shop in a small town just outside Vallejo, located on a secluded street around the corner from the county schoolhouse. They had the sweetest, freshest meat in town, but would never reveal their secret ingredient. When customers asked about it, they would smile and simply reply, “It’s a cherished family secret!”
Since the butcher shop was located so close to the schoolhouse, many parents would often send their children to buy a portion of their delicious meat on their way home from school. For a while everything seemed normal, but then one day children around town suddenly started disappearing into thin air.
Police went to all the nearby businesses, showing photos of children to ask if they’d seen them. The Drakes always denied any recognition of the kids and offered to put up posters in their business to help with the search effort. One night though, an off-duty police officer was walking home after the late night shift when he heard a murderous scream coming from the butcher shop. He banged on the door furiously, and heard Mrs. Drake yell, “Sorry! We’re closed!” Convinced something just wasn’t right, the brave officer bust down the door and headed to the back storage room, where the meat machines were running at full force spewing out chunks of tender red meat.
He opened the door and found lifeless heads and bodies hanging from the ceiling. Mr. Drake was holding a young boy towards the meat grinder, sawing off his head as blood squirted all over the room. Mrs. Drake, meanwhile, was cutting off the fingers of a young girl and draining her blood. They suddenly both turned around and saw the officer standing there, completely petrified at the horrific scene before him. “Congratulations officer! You’ve discovered our secret ingredient,” said Mr. Drake. Mrs. Drake continued, “Children have the purest, sweetest flesh, but police officers have more muscle.” Before the officer could call for help, the Drakes grabbed and tossed him alive into the nearest chopper. He didn’t taste as fresh as the children, but he created a lean, bloody steak that sold out the next day.
Park goers beware: Enter the Slaughter House at your own risk. Mr. and Mrs. Drake don’t like visitors, because anyone who explores the old meat factory may uncover their secret ingredient that has made them a fortune. If and when you’re caught, there’s no escaping the same fate as the many other brave souls before you whom have never made it out."