Desolate Acres

About

In 1922, during the dark days of Prohibition, the rowdy twin sons of a humble farming family saw opportunity in the cornfields of Desolate Acres. With the law cracking down on liquor, they turned their crops into something far more lucrative than food - forbidden spirits.

With a crew of hillbillies, drifters, and outlaws, they built a hidden roadhouse deep in the woods. By day, it looked like a quiet stretch of farmland. By night, it roared with illegal whiskey, wild music, and violence. Gangsters, moonshiners, and thrill-seekers came from miles around to taste the madness.

Business was Booming, until one fog-choked October night, when everything changed....

A mysterious gypsy woman named Luna Evelina arrived at the roadhouse door, soaked from the mist and seeking shelter. Laughed at and turned away, she uttered a powerful curse: "For your greed and cruelty, I freeze this land in time. Let the harvest rot. Let joy turn to dread. Let Desolate Acres be forever haunted."

The ground split. The music stopped. The air turned still.
The roadhouse vanished.

Some say it was swallowed whole. Others claim it still stands, unreachable in a pocket of twisted time. What remained is the old farmhouse. Cracked and weather-beaten, it's the last gateway between this world and the cursed one.

Each October, as the veil thins, the farmhouse becomes a beacon - and a warning.

For a few weeks, Desolate Acres returns. The spirits awaken. The cursed rise. The Twins still stalk the fields, trapped in the loop - and hungry for company. Their victims? Still screaming. Their guests? Still partying. The damned? Still multiplying.

But beware - those who linger too long after the veil begins to close - disappear.

No one knows where they go - only that they never come back.

Some say their screams can be heard in the cornfields if the wind is just right.

The veil is open.
The cursed are waiting.
And the clock is ticking..
Will you enter Desolate Acres?