Everything here is built by hand, all year, by two families who love Halloween to an unreasonable degree. The haunt is one continuous course in two acts (the house, then the corn) and the maze at the end decides when you leave.
Act I, two families' love of Halloween, weaponized.
Eerie Acres started as a walk-through haunted barn you had to survive to reach the Halloween party. The party got bigger. The barn got meaner. Today the indoor haunt lives in a purpose-built building on the farming field behind that original 1800s Victorian barn. But it's still built the same way: by hand, all year, by people who love this holiday to an unreasonable degree.
Expect actors over animatronics. The reviews keep saying the same thing. This haunt is in your face, high energy, and fun. You'll wind through hand-crafted scenes, tight corridors and total darkness. And then the house is done with you, and the back of the course opens into the corn. There's no exit between the two: the cornfield is the second half of the same walk.
- Actor-driven: the cast is the show
- Intensity 4/5: intense audio, fog, extreme darkness
- Flows straight into the cornfield, one continuous course
- No touching: actors won't touch you, you don't touch them
Act II, a quarter mile of corn that watches back.
This is a working farm, and in October the corn earns its keep. The moment the house releases you, the course continues into the field itself: real corn, real mud when it rains (we're open rain or shine), and sight lines that end an arm's length away in every direction.
The cornfield is where the farm setting stops being a theme and starts being a problem. Wear real shoes. Watch the rows. The thing about corn is that everything in it sounds exactly like everything else in it.
- The haunt's second act: the house feeds straight into the corn
- Uneven, sometimes wet ground: closed-toe shoes strongly advised
- Ends in the maze that decides your exit time
- Runs rain or shine
Guests keep naming the same nightmares in our end-of-season survey. Say hello if they let you.
The big top appeared inside the barn one night, and so did they. The show never stops. You just stop watching.
The cannibal kitchen's pig-faced host. Chatty. Cleaver in hand. He just needs your fingers for the stew.
The demented dentist, blood-soaked apron, a fixture since the earliest days. He really just wants to see you smile.
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The corn between the scenes is where they live. Footsteps pacing yours. Nothing comes out. Until it does.
New residents move in every season. We don't announce them. You'll know.
Scary enough that the reviews mention it, and honest enough to tell you: fog, extreme darkness, tight corridors, loud noises, uneven ground. Nobody will touch you. That works both ways. Kids are welcome at parents' discretion, and our No-Scare Sunday runs the whole place with the lights on.
