Haunted Houses

Ghouls: Journey Into Darkness
UNCONTROLLABLE. DOOMED. BLOODTHIRSTY.As the Shadows lurked in their Legion of Blood preparing their rule, these terrors felt that some of them were not worthy.

Perverts who drank not the blood of the living, but the dark, coagulated blood of the dead!
They were exiled. Forever. In a place where no beam of light can ever reach them. 
A cave world in the blackest night, deep down inside the earth’s core – the Journey into Darkness.
Eternal darkness and their unlimited hatred caused them to mutate into something new, something different … Into Ghouls.

Their eyes began to burn with anger at their fate.
So they roam as wandering nightmares through the eternal night. In search for blood and life, hungry to take away them both.
Shadows: Legion of Blood
FALL TO YOUR KNEES! YOUR NEW MASTERS COME OUT OF THE NIGHT.The world lays in rubble and ash as they reign over darkness and blood.

This is the remains of a world torn apart by armies of fearsome creatures.
Their names make human tongues crumble to dust, but their story has been told for millennia – stories of demons and blood suckers.
Their slaves whisper only “masters” to them, and those who still oppose them call them … “Shadows.”
 You are facing the Legion of Blood – the blood temple of the rulers.
Inside they celebrate their great slaughter celebration.
A terrifying gathering to which all are cordially invited… All whose veins are still filled with blood and are naive enough to approach …
Mortals like you.

Conquer them! Or be their walking blood-bag.
The Resistance: Operation Rage
MANKIND HAD A GOOD RUN. THAT IS UNTIL, UNFORTUNATELY, CREATURES, MUTANTS, AND LUNATICS TOOK OVER THE LAND.But still, not all humans are dead … The toughest, most paranoid, and best-equipped fighters now form the Resistance.
This is their name. In a land with not much left, they want to stake their claim on what is rightfully theirs.
The music in their bunker, Operation Rage, is the tortured cries of the members of other factions.
The landlords inject themselves with adrenalin, which they obtain from the green blood of the Shadows they hunt with the superhuman strength and subterranean knowledge they’ve gained …
Welcome to a world of concrete, steel and, poor education. The food is ready.
There are pistols, chainsaws, and knives – served by a horde of highly trained, quick-witted war machines.
Humans – The most dangerous creatures of all.
The Fallen: House of the Familiars
WHEN HUMANITY WAS DECEIVED, THEY CRAWLED OUT FROM UNDERNEATH THE MOUNTAINS OF CORPSES – THE FALLEN.Their minds are dead, but their bodies live on. Full of madness and hunger, they react like a raw nerve – tearing apart all in their wake.

The strongest chase their masters, always in hope of finding sacrifices of fresh blood so that finally the ultimate reward may be granted to them … Eternal life.
You are what they are looking for … And they will find you. One question remains: Will they offer you their masters, or will you become one of them?

A crazy, raw nerve in the House of the Familiars.
The Pack: Silverbullet
HALF MAN HALF DOGThe world burns, creatures have overrun all life – and The Pack can be found in the bar.
The Pack is not some biker gang, but the only true survivors on this God-forsaken planet.
This is no coincidence, because the members are violent, murderous werewolf mutants who destroy everything in their way… Find them in the Silver Bullet Bar, if you dare. The bar is so far away from any civilization that most creatures starve to death trying to find it.
Who or what still manages to get there is shot on site. Actually, almost everything that is not beer is shot there.
And now you arrive. And you don’t really look like beer …

Scare Zones

Battle for Traumatica
​Shadow Bay
​Gypsy Hollow

RIP Haunts

DEAD Inside
Type: Haunted House
​"Ugh! Shreds of flesh are dangling from the ceiling. The fibrous tendons and muscles shine. They are still warm. The remains of the meal bloody foreshadow that the zombies are not far away. “DEAD Inside” is not for the faint hearted. The undead are snarling from the bulky wooden boxes to their victims. Walking corpses and twitching corpses dwell in dark corridors, waiting to take the jerky bite and thus to reproduce their kind. In the underground scheming laboratory experts explore the culture of the zombies, inject their saliva unsuspecting people and banish them to their transformation into large boxes, which are deposited on the ground of “DEAD Inside” until the army is strong enough to dominate the World. But the experiment fails. The experimental zombies develop true and primal forces beyond their boxes. Escape is the only salvation!"
Snow White
Type: Haunted House
​"In the fairy tale the magic number seven stands for luck and keeps evil away. Even the fairy tale of the horror house “Snow White” has a happy ending-but not for the visitors. The Devil Princess invites you to dance on red-hot iron slippers. The wildly romantic entrance through the village in the woods is deceptive. Seven zombie dwarves are already waiting behind seven Zombie mine cars for their victims. Snow White's princess look is long gone. White as snow are now only the faces of the frightened mine researchers. Red as blood thirsty vampires and the teeth are as black as ebony, the creaking coffin in the secret dungeon of the terrifying tale bride: “Mirror, mirror on the wall, will this be the night to fall?” The hunter that is on the mission to kill Snow White and bring her heart as the proof of her death to the queen still stalks through the Matterhorn mountain and acts as if not only ONE victim would pave his way. The insidious pedlar is just waiting for the next Maiden to pinch off the air and wreak havoc with a poisoned comb. “Stay away from juicy apples!” is the motto at “Snow White”. The one who is loving his life should not trust the hunchbacked market woman selling things. At Horror Nights no gallant prince riding on his white horse will come to help. Here, the glass coffin just has one clear meaning: final destination!"
Take Away
Type: Haunted House
"But the “quick bite” Take Away is the stairway to hell. Sweet rice smells are blown away by decay and rot. Crude sounds fill the room. Sharp nails are scratching on slate. Flashy, gaudy, bloodcurdling! The culinary offerings of Asian snacks emerge quickly as dubious enjoyments. The “take away” voted as best Horror Attraction Worldwide awaits with new shocks in 2013. Blood is dripping from the corners of the waitress that is awaiting their guests with a maniac look on her face. Or are they their next victim? From the kitchen you can hear a whimper. Locked in tight cages some cats are waiting for their last day. A cook swings his cleaver without mercy. His vision drives the cold sweat on the forehead and truly can pass the appetite."
The Crypt
Type: Haunted House
​"The heptagon on grave stones symbolizes the eternal rest. Above the dark catacombs of “The Crypt” lies the shadow of death. The icy wind makes the alleged grave robbers already shivering when entering the tomb. However, the goose bumps are not caused by the cold. An unpleasant shiver creeps over the backbone down to the legs, paralyzing the steps, eroding the mind. Hopelessly trapped in your own body visitors will stagger down into the foggy depths. Past the long bones of the deceased, they are led by the wistful vocals of troubled souls. Porous bones crack under the heavy steps of the fearful. Rattling skeletons are everywhere. In the deep, hollow eyes of countless skulls you can indicate diabolical flashes. The Crypt lets you experience Horror with all seven senses. One sees the misery of decaying corpses, hears the creak under the shoes, smells the musty smell damp walls, tastes his own sweat-the salty wraps around the corners of his mouth, feels his way along slippery rocks aligned with flickering grave candles and tries not to loose the balance in the darkness."
The Villa
Type: Haunted House
​"Anyone who takes refuge in the walls of “The Villa” embarks on a gruesome excursion into British history. The hosts of the dilapidated Victorian Manor look down on visitors of a portrait gallery of misery. Not only countenances were captured in oil, the battered souls spend their sad existence behind the heavy wooden frame. Undead walk in the newly-designed rooms and rob the intruder's breath. “The Magnificent Seven” is emblazoned on a heavy rusted door. The solution gives an idea of evil. The power of the past lies like lead over the minds. The desire to leave the dust of the walls behind them, leads people to rush back to the cold of the night. Short of breath they escape the stench of centuries past. Freedom!"