3 Haunted Houses for the price of one.

Fright Manor -
The House at the end of the Road.

Enter the house if you dare...  The screams never die down and blood covers the walls.  This haunt is not for the weak hearted and I fear that people will once again fall victim to the cruel ghosts that inhabit the cursed land it was built on. 
 
Open the front door and take a peak inside the living room... Why are the walls bleeding?  Will we make it out alive? Find your way out of the house or you will become another dead body that decorates one of its many rooms.
 
From blood covered walls to clowns holding saws this house is the scariest place in October.  OH No! Do I hear chainsaws? I hope that you can make it out in one piece.

Southport Sanitarium -
Abandoned since 1982

The real freaks come out to play in Psychomanthium...  A disturbing place haunted by ghouls and goblins that creep around late at night.
 
Can you survive a visit into the depths of Psychmanthium? Stop by the butcher shop for a fright because our visitors are being served for dinner every night...  Try to stay away from his saw or you might leave a little short. 

We chain up are past guests and now their rotting bodies fill the halls of this old place.  Be careful not to get lost in this haunt because you will find out that you are not alone and there is no escape.

Psychomanthium -
Where we conjure the Dead

The Star Daily has revisited the Southport Sanitarium 26 years after it was closed.  This reporter, along with a photographer, went late at night.  The watchman let us in.  We walked thru the abandoned waiting room.  The intercom was still paging Dr. Mal Practice.  We saw the patient rooms with the paint scaling from the walls.  We went thru the gory operating room where we saw the bloody remains of a young lady in a failed childbirth.  We saw where they put the bad ones in chains on the wall.  We also saw where they baked the sinister patients in the hot crematorium.  The smell of death is still fresh in the air.  The strait jacket still hangs on the jail cell in the Psych Ward.  You can see the bite marks on the cell doors as they try to escape.  We hear noises as if the doctors and nurses were still trying to right the wrong.  Our final room puts us in the morgue.  We walk past the dead on the cold steel tables covered in white sheets.  We can take no more as we run out screaming in the night, only to be blocked by the fences.  The watchman lets us out.  We vow never to return, but to tell our story to all that want to listen