Do Not Enter

🤡 Q&A: You Asked, We Regret Answering

Q: Am I allowed to bring my kids?
A: Well, if your child is brave, psychotic, or just stupid... sure.
Q: Is this haunt scary?
A: No. It’s worse than scary. It’s “why did I do this” scary.
Q: Will the actors touch me?
A: Only emotionally. (Unless you sign the waiver. Then... maybe.)
Q: What if I pee myself?
A: That’s between you, your bladder, and your dry cleaner.
Q: Can I leave early if I get too scared?
A: Of course! Just follow the emergency exit signs we definitely didn’t remove.
Q: Is it wheelchair accessible?
A: Parts of it are. The rest? Well... we can carry you. Maybe.
Q: Is there an age limit?
A: We don’t card. But we do judge.
Q: Can I bring food or drinks?
A: Sure. We love free snacks. Especially when they're still breathing.
Q: Is it based on a true story?
A: You’ll find out. :)

🧟 Volunteer: 12 and Up

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. We’ll find something for you to scream about.

👁 About "Do Not Enter"

What are we? A haunted experience? A warning? A bad idea? Yes.

“Do Not Enter” is Windsor's most questionable haunted attraction — 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 don’t always work (on purpose), and the screams might be real (we don’t 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, “Why did I walk into this?”

From cursed hallways to actors who don’t blink, we’re dedicated to delivering chaos, confusion, and mild trauma — all in good fun. Just remember: you were warned. The name isn't a suggestion. It's a promise.

📜 The Lore

They say the house was built wrong from the start. Doors led to nowhere. Hallways looped back on themselves. Mirrors reflected people who weren’t 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 — just swallowed. Trees didn’t 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: “DO NOT ENTER.”

No one knows what happens inside for sure. Just that people who go in don’t always come out the same. Some say they hear whispers long after. Some don’t 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 — never through it. Because something inside is still alive. And it doesn’t like to be ignored.

You’re not just walking into a haunted house. You’re waking it up.

Why we CENSORED people

We enjoyed it, they deserved to CENSORED. Beware.

(It’s a joke. Or is it?)

🕵️ Privacy Policy

Look, we don’t care who you are. But the internet does.

Here’s the deal:

This website is for fun. If you’re worried about your privacy, don’t send us anything personal. Or do — we’re not your mom.

Questions? Contact: leachtrevor49@gmail.com