A routine contamination check plunges into chaos and red lights flicker, signalling the breach of safety protocols. Forced into a labyrinth of cold, suffocating steel containers, guests are stalked by torn flesh and dead eyes that launch forward at unnatural speed, clawing at anything they can sink their rotting nails into. As the suffocating walls echo with shrieks, one truth settles in… Someone’s not getting out.

Venture into a desolate woodland where lanterns bleed dim light through the fog, casting shadows which seem to move independently. Drawn to the scent of your fear, frenzied wendigos charge at you from the blackness. Are you quick enough to escape your nightmare?

The world has ended and all that remains are desperate savages, fending off anything with a pulse. They move through the ruins with quiet, predatory precision, stalking their prey. Out here, their mercy rots faster than your flesh and if you cross the boundary into their land, it’s a free-for-all. You’ve been warned.

Dare to enter the Toy Maker’s workshop where innocent toys are hiding his deep dark secrets. The glassy eyes of the possessed dolls track your every move, silently reporting back to their master. The Toy Maker watches through them, deciding which unlucky soul will be the perfect addition to his twisted collection.

Enter the room where your fears are laid on the table and scalpels slice through silence like fresh, supple skin. The treatments here are so good, people can’t stop screaming about them  and you’re invited to find out why. Remember to do your research before agreeing to anything, without it, miscommunications can happen.

Satan’s hosting a party, and you better not be late. He’s got plenty of drinks and prepared a delicious platter for you to enjoy – just don’t ask him what the meat is. Sip on chalices filled with liquid courage and revel in the magic, after all, it’s better the devil you know right?

Freed by his merciless cult, Camelot’s vampire is awakening after his demise in 1782. His cult needs your blood to complete his resurrection so they can worship him once again, and they’ve waited long enough. Deny them, and it’ll soon come back to bite you.

They say you can’t fear what you don’t know, but you’d be smart to keep your wits about you. In a room where every step is shrouded in darkness, your senses are heightened to notice even the slightest disturbances. It’s a test of bravery as you face claustrophobic darkness, unsure of what, or who, might be within reach.

This madhouse is no laughing matter. Their games are rigged with terror, and losing means far more than disappointment – your life is their prize. They’re playing with you for fun, and you’re playing to survive the night. In their corrupted circus, the show doesn’t end until your screams do.

Navigate your way through blood slicked corridors and meat hooks as the deranged butchers hunt for their next cut. Their preference is free-range meat, so the faster you run, the hungrier they’re getting. Survive the slaughterhouse, or become the special of the day.