Witches' Hollow
Three sisters circle the moon on stolen brooms. Look up when you hear the cackling, and don't make eye contact.
Witches overhead. Blades in the dark. A chainsaw that never runs out of gas.
Login if you dareWatch every corner of the property. Something is always moving.
Locks, alerts and eyes on the doors, all night long.
Open 24/7. The dark never closes, and neither do we.
No tricks. Just log in and see what's waiting for you.
Four scenes, one night. Every one of them is waiting at the top of this page.
Three sisters circle the moon on stolen brooms. Look up when you hear the cackling, and don't make eye contact.
The boiler room hisses. A man in a ragged striped sweater drags his blades along the pipes. Whatever you do, don't fall asleep.
Out past the gas station, the porch light flickers. You'll hear him before you see him. Run, and keep running.
The jack-o'-lanterns are the only light for miles. Some of the graves are fresh, and one of them is already open.
"I only came for the candy. Nobody told me about the farmhouse."The last trick-or-treater
"We've been circling this town for three hundred years. Best Halloween yet."The eldest witch
"Sweet dreams. I'll be seeing you in them."Your new neighbor on Nightmare Lane
Open all night, every night. Halloween never ends here.
sdsurfonline.com, somewhere in the fog off the San Diego coast.
A flashlight, a friend you can outrun, and your login.
Turn your sound on at the top of the page. You'll want to hear him coming.