Climb aboard… if you dare. The trail is quiet—until the corn starts whispering and the woods wake up. Shadows may appear near the wagon, chains rattle in the dark, and the laughter isn’t human. Hold tight. This hayride doesn’t end where it starts.
Climb aboard… if you dare. The trail is quiet—until the corn starts whispering and the woods wake up. Shadows may appear near the wagon, chains rattle in the dark, and the laughter isn’t human. Hold tight. This hayride doesn’t end where it starts.