CREEPY CREEK CAMPSITE
ARE YOU BRAVE ENOUGH?
The Curse of Creepy Creek
Long before campers stayed at Creepy Creek, the land was feared by locals — known by its older, whispered name: The Drowning Grounds.
Now, after several years since the owners disappeared, leaving Creepy-Creek abandoned and derelict, it is rarely visited. Those who dare to enter these troubled grounds do so at their own peril.
In the early 1800s, a twisted preacher named Reverend Silas Vane claimed the nearby creek was “blessed by darkness” — a place where sins could be washed away… through blood. He lured wayward souls, outcasts, and even entire families into his “cleansing rituals.” What followed were years of unspeakable acts: drownings disguised as baptisms, throat-cutting “offerings,” and midnight sermons that ended in sacrifice.
When a young boy escaped and returned to the town of Eye, he led villagers back to the creek — but Vane and his followers were gone. All that remained were shallow graves, bloodstained stones, and hand-carved wooden masks nailed to the trees.
But the Creek Was Never Clean
They say the water still runs red after heavy rain.
Campers report ghostly figures moving along the banks at night — pale, dripping wet, eyes wide and unblinking.
Whispers float from the trees, calling names no one should know.
And when the wind is just right, you can still hear Reverend Vane’s voice echo through the trees… inviting you to join his final sermon.
Some say the spirits of his victims never left. Others believe Vane himself still walks the woods, looking for the next “devoted soul” to purify in the creek.
Welcome to Creepy Creek.
Come for the thrill.
Stay… if you dare.
Innocent Souls, Trapped in Ceramic Dolls
WHY WON'T YOU PLAY WITH ME?
EXPERIENCE
WHERE WILL YOU BE HIDING?
Blackcreek
CABIN
The breath beneath the floor.
Built on unstable marshland, this cabin shifts slightly during storms. Some claim it’s not the land moving — it’s what’s underneath.
In heavy rain, you may feel breath on your neck or hear a voice gurgling your name. Do not answer. Do not kneel.
THE MASK
CABIN
The walls watch you.
Wooden masks line the walls. Removing them is pointless — they always return. Some say their expressions change.
If you wake to find them all facing you, don’t move. Whatever moved them is still inside.
dollmakers den
CABIN
Guests say the inside of the cabin feels… fragile — as if one wrong step might shatter the walls themselves. A dozen porcelain dolls line the shelves, each with eyes that follow you wherever you go. At night, faint tapping sounds echo from the walls, as if tiny hands are knocking from the other side. If you wake to the sound of glass splintering, don’t move. She hates to be watched when she fixes her face.
gravewood
CABIN
They’re buried below. But not dead.
Built on a site where dozens of unmarked graves were found, Gravewood Lodge breathes a strange chill year-round.
Campers report dreams of being buried alive… followed by scratches under the bed. And when the lantern dies, they say the ground whispers, “One more.”