The Haunted Cellar

address

20 City Boulevard West Suite 112
Orange, CA
United States

tickets

$9 for one attraction, $15 for two.

Phone:

(714) 496-0744/ (714) 299-8618

Email:

Website:

http://www.thehauntedcellar.com

About:

The Cellar Late at night you can see him there, behind the rusty gates, the grounds keeper of the old cemetery . An eerie presence, like a ghost, amidst the graves in the darkened landscape. Standing there for years, listening. Listening to the storiesof the dead. Stories of vengeance, and hate, filled with bitterness, anger, and unrest. The ground was full of furry. A furry only he could understand. Everyone believed that he could hear the dead. They called to him and he listened. They told him to kill, and he listened. No one could believe what happened. It swept through thetown Killing everything in its path. 31 deaths in 13 days. The body count rose, but nothing could be done. The Killings ravaged the small town.As he killed, he grew stronger. Fueled by the screams of his dying victims. The bodies were mutilated, and strewn about the Living quarters. He began to feel the rage of the souls who had passed. But something was wrong. His conscious began to torment him. Insanity plagued his soul. He knew it was wrong, but the voices told him to kill, so he did. He knew thatthe only way to stop the rapidly multiplying deaths, was to bring death upon himself. Behind the house he went. Down the steps, and into the cellar, to the old rusty storage room. The room where he had lived for so long. Forgotten by all. He sat in his small, ilthy bed, with his blood covered knife in hand. He quivered as the cold steel touched his wrist. His muscles tensed, and his body froze. He couldn’t do it. He went to the door, and locked it from the outside, closing the door, sealing his fate. There he sat, in the darkness. Alone. The voices grew louder and louder. There was nothing he could do. There he died. Alone. Slowly rotting to death, tortured by the dead. he killing stopped, and the quiet city went back to normal.No one would ever speak of the tragedy that swept their town.The cellar was chained shut, and the cemetery gates closed. Years passed, and all was forgotten. This Fall, the chains will be lifted, and the cellar doors opened. The hills will come to life with the vengeance they once had. The sky will glow red again, with an un escapable fury. This time it will not be stopped. It has been un leashed.