Nightmare Acres Haunted House & Hayride is open from October 17, 2014 until November 1, 2014 OUR STORY

Nightmare Acres is a lot off of Highway 3, known by some for its once popular horse track and stables. What many people don’t know, however, is that Nightmare Acres has a long and grisly past – most people only ever visit once, and those who stay wish they hadn’t.

The story began in the mid-1900s when a young couple bought the land which would later become known as Nightmare Acres. The couple built a house and ran a small farm, which was successful in the beginning, but it wasn’t long before things began to go awry. Acquaintances of the couple noticed a change in the couple’s habits and personalities, which shifted from cheerful and hardworking to edgy and listless, the farm itself went from being neatly maintained to grossly neglected.

One night, the young wife doused the house, herself, and her sleeping husband in kerosene. Neighbours reported that they could see the flames from miles away. Hours later, the fire was extinguished, with the husband pronounced dead.  The wife was found the next morning, floating face-down in the property’s pond. The local residents were quick to blame spirits or possession, and the property was left abandoned.

It was decades before Nightmare Acres attracted a new owner – this time, a horseman named O’Leary, his wife, and their children. O’Leary built a horse track and stables, which still stand today, and for several years he ran a profitable business.

One spring, however, the resident horses began to show signs of madness. They went wild, became unpredictable, and started behaving violently towards one another. Visitors would no longer bring their own horses to the track, in fear of this madness. One summer morning that same year, O’Leary went to the stables only to find the ravaged carcass of a horse, whose flesh had been torn from its bones by the other horses.

By the time fall rolled around, the madness had spread to O’Leary himself. His wife found him one morning, strung from the rafters in his stable, a noose around his neck. Terrified, and certain that she too felt the touch of madness, Mrs. O’Leary packed her bags and left with her children, never returning to Nightmare Acres again.

Many years later, Mrs. O’Leary still hasn’t managed to find a new owner for Nightmare Acres. Being so plagued by madness and misfortune, it’s no wonder that the land remains largely abandoned. In order to pay property bills, Mrs. O’Leary arranged, remotely, for public storage rentals on the property. It seems, however, that most people who stored their belongings on Nightmare Acres have refused to return to the property to retrieve them, though the facility has been closed for quite some years now.

It’s said that one circle around the track is enough to induce madness in anyone, and that a trip inside the warehouse never comes with a guarantee that one will make it back out.

We invite you to Nightmare Acres to feel the madness, to hear the whispers and the screams, and to witness the horror firsthand.