SIX HAUNTED ATTRACTIONS - 1 LOCATION!!
The Ultimate Haunted BarnSM | The AsylumSM | The LabyrinthSM
Alien Caged ClownsSM | The Mined ShaftSM | Hayride of the LostSM
The Ultimate Haunted Barn
Within these walls are the remains of the legend of Wiard's Apple Thieves: As the story goes, the thieves were looting the barn when bad fortune fell upon them. A hungry bear wandered into the barn looking for a midnight snack. Little did he know he'd found more than fresh apples to satisfy his appetite. Unfortunately for the thieves, the bear blocked the only way out so there was no chance of escape. They tried in vain to scare him off, which only drew his attention toward them. The bear made quick work of the 3 thieves with his mighty claws and, once they were no longer breathing, he dragged their bodies atop of a large pile of apples. With no discrimination, they were torn limb from limb and soon there was no way to tell shredded flesh from the shredded apples. Once his stomach was full of thief-meat, and his lips were wet with blood and juice, he went back into the orchard and lumbered off into the night. Unfortunately, the next day was Sunday so nobody came to work. By the time they found the bodies on Monday the stench was putrid. They decided that since there was no means of identifying who the thieves were they would bury the shredding remains in the floor, seal the barn and let the sands of time cover the memory of the gruesome event. Sometime around Halloween in 1984, the barn was opened again out of necessity. It's dark history was long forgotten. Workers didn't think anything of the odd noises and flickering lights to begin with but then the whispers and screams came. The thieves never escaped their fate...will you?
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The Asylum
In 1912, Dr. Jeremiah Wiard founded the Wiard's Asylum in Ypsilanti, as an alternative to the cold stark institutions run by the state of Michigan. In the beginning all was well-- the patients behaved, the staff was friendly and the grounds were well kept. As time went by, things began to change. Something sinister was seeping into the building and the mood changed. Eventually concerned family members removed their loved ones and only the criminally insane were left. The drop in the number of inhabitants meant staff cutbacks resulting in lessened security. During this period Dr. Wiard also began to go through personal changes. His intense contact with patients began to take its toll and his grip on reality slipped. It all came to a head when he didn't show up to work one morning and his assistant went to check on him at his home. The assistant was alarmed when he arrived and found the front door open and blood on the porch. As he entered the home, he found a sight so intense he promptly vomited. Dr. Wiard's family was laying on the living room floor. They were medically dissected with their skin pin backed and each of their names was carved into their forehead. Dr. Wiard was standing in the corner glassy-eyed mumbling to himself. The assistant got the authorities and Dr. Wiard was in turn made a ward of his own Asylum. Dr. Wiard's assistant took over the day to day operation of the Asylum but eventually it fell to ruin. One fateful night a storm knocked out the power and the building went black. Neighbors heard screams coming from the direction of the Asylum but there was no light for miles so they were like spectres in the night. When daybreak came the police arrived to find the Asylum empty. No signs of scuffle, no blood, nothing. Not a single person was within and not a single person was found after. Since that date in 1953, no one has set foot in the Asylum. Stories of Dr. Wiard and the patients eventually died off and the building seemed abandoned until recently. Strange lights and cries have been coming from the building. Neighbors have reported pet mutilations, destruction to property and unknown footprints on their lawns. The authorities have yet to respond so nothing is known for sure. You're thinking of going in there? Are you crazy?
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The Labyrinth
Long ago one of the farmhands at the orchard kept having his toolsstolen. He decided that in order to deter the thieves he would builda covered fence maze leading to the toolshed. To be even more careful,he added beartraps along the pathway. Unfortunately, he was the onlyone that knew the way through. So, when he tripped and hit his headthere wasn't anyone that could come to his aid. His wife went inlooking for him that evening when he didn't show up for supper.Sadly, she became lost in the twists and turns and had alsoforgotten about the bear traps. She landed one leg in the first trapand her head hit the second trap as she fell. The next day whenneither of them were seen about it was assumed they had fled town forsome unknown reason. People knew the maze was boobytrapped so theyjust left it in place and eventually nobody cared enough to knock itdown. I guess now you know the secret of their fate...would you be adear and go get me a hammer from in there?
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Alien Caged Clowns
Many years ago, a circus came through town and with it a sideshow. There was a bearded lady, conjoined twins, a strong man...all of the usual fare. One forboding section of the sideshow was a tent marked "Alien Clowns". Mr. Wiard was intrigued and ventured into the tent. What he saw by lamplight were creatures that looked almost human but something about them was not quite right. The closer he got he saw crudely painted clown makeup had been applied to their mangled features. When he inquired as to what they were the attendant told him, in
a thick accent, they were discovered in a South American cave and that the sideshow was having trouble keeping them fed recently. "Cattle, goats, cats...if it bleeds they'll eat it. We have trouble finding fresh food for them on the road. If you were interested in them I could be easily persuaded to hand them over as they've become too much of a burden." Mr. Wiard thought about it for a moment and figured it would be an interesting oddity to bring travelers to the orchard and a means of getting rid of the local rodent population. Their cages were delivered and Mr. Wiard built an enclosure around them. Locals came and marveled at the terrifying beasts and everything was fine until one of the new employees entered their pen on a dare. The creatures ignored him initially but then quickly encircled him. The largest of the bunch sniffed him head to toe before sinking a clawed limb straight through his chest. The pack descended and all that was left in the end was some bloody shredded fabric and bone. As with any beast that has tasted human flesh, Mr. Wiard felt he could not trust them any longer. The creatures were so bizarre and strange though that he thought it wreckless to destroy them and decided to close the exhibit instead. He tried for years to find a zoo to take them but none of them had any interest. The exhibit has been closed for years but the groundskeeper dutifully drops goats into their pen once a week. Some brave thrillseekers have snuck in to the building only to turn into a missing person's case. What about you...is the thrill worth it?
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The MINeD Shaft
When the gold rush happened Mr Wiard's cousin thought California was a long haul and paid Mr Wiard for land rights to search for precious metals on orchard property. The unfortunate thing is that he was a stingy sort and did everything as cheaply as he could. When in came to "protocol" and "proper safety" things like "profit" and "scheduling" won out. There was a bad spring storm that ripped through the area one spring and brought with it flash-flood rains. The water roared down into the mineshaft knocking out all the poorly built supports. There was no time to warn anyone and all that floated up were a few miner's caps. It took a few weeks for the waters to recede and once they did the stench was phenomenal. Rotting water-logged corpses littered the path down into the earth but the prospector was determined to get his precious metals out. He ventured in with a small crew and a number of carts but never found his fortunes. Halfway down the ceiling caved and crushed half the crew while trapping the rest. They were far enough down that nobody heard their cries until it was too late. So, what about you? Going to try and find the lost fortunes?
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Hayride of the Lost
Many tales have been told about the happenings in the apple trees at Wiard’s Orchards, (Ypsilanti Township, MI, near Ann Arbor) during the long nights near Halloween. But none were so tragic or gruesome as that of Pete Sloakam. Old Pete worked for Mr. Wiard from the start. Pete was a silent, kind soul who loved children and the children loved him. On chilly fall nights Pete was known to take the children on torch lit hayrides, in old wagons, through the orchard. One such night they were making their way through the trees when a wild, almost haunted looking, dog came across their path. The horses got spooked, tipping the torches into the wagon, starting the chaos. All the children leapt out the back and went crashing to the stones below, but old Pete wasn't so lucky.
His foot stuck in the stirrup when the horses broke for the woods. When they found him he was hanging like a kite from a tree…swaying with the breeze.
Just be careful you don’t meet the same fate as Pete.
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