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As you approach from the east or west you see a flicker in the distance, a strange light waving to the sky. You draw closer to see the towering flames that erupt from jagged soaring silos that stand tall against the monolithic old barn that rest along side of an old country road just outside of Columbus Ohio. Its ominous shadow rules over its surroundings giving off a dark foreboding omen of things to come.

You walk from your car in a trance of fear and excitement, as the virtual playground of horror begins to surround you. Giant winged creatures clutch crumpled corpses in their clawed grip. Skulls that could devour a man with one fanged bite peer down at you through a glowing gaze. The sound of ear shattering screams is the only thing that escapes from the towering structure before you, whose stone walls along with all other surrounding buildings, is covered with paintings of horrific images that burn your mind, like bizarre nightmares seeping through the very walls. The atmosphere is alive, as images seem to move in the corner of your eyes. The mood is set with a brutal thrill. The setting is that of a devils funhouse waiting to warp your mind. You are now apart of, Dead Acres, the nations most intense haunted showcase.

With your ticket bought you are placed with other patrons, as you prepare to enter this place that reeks of death. With a large movie screen on the side of the building, which plays all your favorite horror classics, and endless amount of detail to dazzle your eyes, we don’t call it a wait in line, but rather a preview of the deadly entertainment to come. A band plays roaring rock music on a 50-foot live stage show. Roaming monsters are never to far, and are always waiting to strike when you least expect it. Satan himself holds guard over all who stand beneath this hellish place. Through his red stare he waits to breathe hell fire down on you.

Your time has come as you walk through the old rusted door; you are now in the hungry belly of The Haunted Hoochie. Without hesitation it begins, a desperate man hanging from his last threads of sanity stands tall over you with a shotgun in hand. He teases you with his loaded weapon. A surprise of bloody design blasts into reality before your very eyes.
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Onward, a large skeletal creature leaps from his grave, crazed corpses beat through chained coffins to reach their newly offered prey. As you escape through twist and turns, smoke consumes the air. You see the familiar flicker ahead. Then you are inside a blazing inferno, with the fear of being trapped in a burning house paralyzing your body. Flames lick at the blackened walls and possessed family portraits only inches from you. You hear a small child calling out for her mother. On you go through clearing smoke, but only back to the scent of rotting flesh.

An unnatural beast hangs upside down breathing deeply, he looks up from his bloody meal. You flee just in time, but enter into the lair of madness. Decaying swine swing from the rafters in this butcher shop of bloody brutality. You push your way through the swaying pigs to come to a lunatic with capillaries bursting in his eyes, who is in the act slaughtering a live animal for his nightly feast. Better it than you.

Onward you move dodging large bat-like creatures that fly at you from every corner. Now darkness smothers you before coming into a strange hallway. A room where the very walls themselves bleed. You walk quickly through this waterfall of plunging plasma. Anyone thirsty? The red liquid of death surrounds you in its crimson grip. You feel the wetness, the very drip of its rushing onslaught. Hope you brought your bikini.

If you made it out intact but certainly not dry, you are come upon by a monster that lurks beneath. This underground savage breaks through the very floorboards trying desperately to find you. Then, a leviathan of a serpent lunges outward spraying its venom at passersby.

Moving on through a maze works of ancient stone walls, haunted by 10,000 tortured souls of centuries past. The weight of their hatred pushes down on you. They reach out to bring you with them to the depths of time, to rot alongside them.

You round a corner to see the mammoth mid-evil castle from a time lost, its watchtowers loom over you with jagged rocks and crumbling stone. Its large giant sized doors awaits, though entry will not come so easily. The headless horseman holds guard on his rotting steed over this kingdom of mystery. He thrashes his sword; his dead horse spews forth life as he rears up onto his hind legs ready to charge.

Onward quickly, through the doors fighting through multiple attacks, finally coming into the cathedral sized room that houses its own graveyard of the not so dead. But wait, a monstrosity of colossus size stands tall holding a disemboweled victim. His head towers upward to reach the thirty-foot ceiling. He shakes and squeezes through breaking bone, the blood flows.

You flee outward into the scream filled night, stars shine overhead, the full moon lending you its pale light. You move slowly through a town forgotten by man, but held victim to the cruelties of time. Rotted wood holds up small shanties and log cabins, tin roofs held together by deep patches of rust and grime. The rustic atmosphere makes your spine shiver as the low hanging fog rolls in.

Dead trees cast sinister shadows, the only growth here is disease, and the only life is the festering bacteria you can almost see with your own eyes. You know that just for standing in the shadow of this place you are a little less human. Your only hope is to make it through this ghost town quickly, unharmed by the distorted mutations that surely reside here.

The danger is always known as the abnormalities and miscreations that call this stained by death place home, attack from every angle. Rest is not an option here, breathing a struggle. Into the debilitated houses you go, through the decrepit shacks you pass, seeing the aged structures crumbling around you, you battle through freaks of nature set on your destruction. Fear is heightened in these closed spaces as fiends reach for you with cannibalistic eyes, and calloused hands.

Then underground you go into a dungeon that offers no mercy, only darkness. If you are one of the lucky ones to make it from this labyrinth of gloom, you will walk out onto an old bridge that hovers over a murky swamp of infestation. An industrial pipe hangs over the black water pumping out a vile mix of corruption and contamination. The only light from its black depths is the moonlight reflected from the cold surface of the stagnant poison. Suddenly an aquatic mutant comes up from the deep in a splash of diseased water.

You pass an outhouse decorated with feces, it stands ready to all those that are forced to vomit at this point. But no, out erupts a raging maniac, chainsaw in hand. He swings his weapon of death at you, smoke breathing out from its motor, its bone-chilling scream piercing your ears. Then another chainsaw with its psycho comes forth. Sparks spray the air as the teeth of the chain tears at the old rusted gate. You hear another angry engine, then another. All around men with rotating weapons of torture come at you with murderous intent. Fumes fill the cool night air as you search for an exit from this town of misery and its backwoods mutants.

Through a series of doors and narrow escapes you are back inside, but with that safety is still far away. Sparks again fly from metal cages that hold back reaching villains imprisoned for crimes unspeakable. Next an eerie quiet falls over you. You hear the creaking and clatter of bones, as you enter a strange corridor. Walls stack each side of you with the bones of the dead. These walls come to life as you pass through this dusty tomb. Bony hands reach for you, torsos twist, heads turn, entire skeletons fly out trying to block your way. Death comes easily here, and life is cheap. Leave here quickly and don’t look back.

Onward through scenes of unmatched detail you travel, with blood-splattered ghouls coming for you at every opportunity. The walls are alive with crazed killers armed with power tools, and rusty blades. Ghost fly from nowhere to bring you falling to the floor. Grotesque toilets spill and spray their contents at the unfortunate. Every angle is covered, never letting the intensity relent.

Next we have a code red in the hospital ward. Here even the doctors are sick, so sick and so twisted. Here you fall ill, you fall victim. First we visit the mental ward. Padded rooms and straight jackets restrain the illegally insane, but not for long. Their ravaged minds paint agony on their crazed faces. They fight to escape the prison that holds them, the prison of their minds. Get in their way, and get ripped a part.

Your nose follows the scent of death and formaldehyde into the county morgue. They have a toe tag waiting for you. The dead wait here on trays in their chilly coffins, stacked high next to each other in the giant metal freezer. But here the dead are not so dead. You can't keep these undead down for long. Get out of here now, before they decide to put you on ice.

An operational mishap leaps from his bed, his face distorted with agony. Another victim thrashes wilding on the surgeon’s table, trying desperately to break the chains that bind him.

To make your rounds through this hospital from hell you must make your way through a maze of bio-waste that hangs from the ceiling. Bloody gas mask, diseased ventilators, and dirty needles dangle all around you. As you pass through them you feel the legion of virus’s invade your body, the sickness taking you over.

A scantily clad nurse comes forth and she has only one thing on her mind, Death. Here they specialize in open brain surgery, no anesthetic of course. Watch as a victim displays the results of neurology gone bad, as he twitches and rives in as much pain as his exposed and altered brain will allow.

As you enter the operation rooms screams echo in your ears. Pain is payment here, and life is cheap. Visting hours are over in these chambers of torture. Here you see things so vile, so disturbing that I can not even begin to explain them. The lack for respect of human life here is unheard of. Blood flows deep in these operations of agony. Get here now, these are things you must see yourself to believe, thing you thought you would never bear witness too. Something as amazingly disgusting as a live demon birth. Sights this horrible will make your eyes bleed.
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As you leave INTENSE-ive care, you are blasted by a horn as a ambulance barrels toward you, delivering the next victims. Its blinding flashing lights close in; finally the massive machine stops only inches from flattening you. You run but are stopped by three massive hounds from hell that snarl and snap at you, they growl with hot breath that crawls on your skin. Their teeth drip an evil mix of blood and rank saliva. They call to you to come closer with their echoing howls.

To escape these hungry wolves you take cover in the damp depths of a cold and dark cave world. Its rock walls hold the stories of the earth itself. The mark of time is formed in its stalactites and stalagmites. Water flows from mystical waterfalls that fill an underground lake that is home to exotic fish that swim freely. Water blast upward from the ancient lake. Ghost of the deep lurk in the caves multiple cracks and crevices. They seek souls to join them in these darkened depths. Do not delay in leaving this place.

To leave from the depths you must travel through realms of dimension and reality. A tunnel of hypnotic power will take you on this journey. But beware this tunnels trance-like cycles can turn the bravest souls insides out. Move through quickly or have your mind spun into submission.

The dark room you now enter is deafly quiet, the air cold biting your flesh. The darkened silence is broke by raging rock music and blinding lights that flash onto a stage holding a subdued victim that kicks and thrashes from the meat hooks that suspend him in the air. Out lunges a chainsaw wielding psychopath with murderous eyes.
He reaches out to pull you onstage. Then he looks to his helpless victim, who still thrashes in a futile attempt at escape. In a vulgar display of blood and gore, the crazed killer uses his spinning blade of death to slice his prey in half. The gruesome bi-section opens up the human body to horrified onlookers. The blood flows in this wicked sideshow of death. Now it is your turn as the maniac leaps from the stage at you.

You run only to find more raging chainsaws come from nowhere, each yearning to spill more blood. You try to escape but find yourself lost in a maze of fences, the structure of its chained links seem to mold together in the strobing lights. You find yourself lost then trapped as the wrath of buzzing saws close in.

Your heart races, blood pumps hot like fire through your veins. Dodging this way and that to somehow find your way, with certain death still on your heals you reach the end of your journey. You have survived your trek through terror. You will live to tell the tale to those who still wait for their turn to try and make it through The Haunted Hoochie at Dead Acres.
Words can do little to describe a trip through this mega-haunt. The sheer number terrifying sights and incredible detail to be seen inside and out is far too much to put on paper. Only a fraction can be told, the rest you must see for yourself to believe. The only way to take the experience offered here is in the flesh.