Think you've got what it takes to scare strangers for fun and maybe eternal damnation?
If you're 12 or older and weirdly enthusiastic about horror, gore, or crawling through fake blood... we want you.
Email us at: leachtrevor49@gmail.com
Or just show up. Weâll find something for you to scream about.
What are we? A haunted experience? A warning? A bad idea? Yes.
âDo Not Enterâ is Windsor's most questionable haunted attraction â handcrafted by people who watched too many horror movies and thought, "Yeah, we can top that." It's a place where fear is fun, the lights donât always work (on purpose), and the screams might be real (we donât check).
Built for thrill-seekers, horror freaks, brave teens, and the "hold my hand I'm scared" crowd, this haunt is part theater, part nightmare, and all bad decisions. We design our scares with one goal: to make you ask yourself, âWhy did I walk into this?â
From cursed hallways to actors who donât blink, weâre dedicated to delivering chaos, confusion, and mild trauma â all in good fun. Just remember: you were warned. The name isn't a suggestion. It's a promise.
They say the house was built wrong from the start. Doors led to nowhere. Hallways looped back on themselves. Mirrors reflected people who werenât in the room. And in the basement? Something moved... but there was no light to see it.
The land it sits on was never cleared â just swallowed. Trees didnât fall here. They vanished. The original owners? Gone. The second ones? Also gone. After the third family disappeared without so much as a scream, the city quietly fenced it off and stamped it with one word: âDO NOT ENTER.â
No one knows what happens inside for sure. Just that people who go in donât always come out the same. Some say they hear whispers long after. Some donât speak at all. One guy tried to explain it and started bleeding from his nose. Weird, right?
We found the place. We reopened it. And we built around it â never through it. Because something inside is still alive. And it doesnât like to be ignored.
Youâre not just walking into a haunted house. Youâre waking it up.
(Itâs a joke. Or is it?)
Look, we donât care who you are. But the internet does.
Hereâs the deal:
This website is for fun. If youâre worried about your privacy, donât send us anything personal. Or do â weâre not your mom.
Questions? Contact: leachtrevor49@gmail.com