The Barn of Terror IS The centerpiece of the old Kobbe homestead, with many a creepy twist and turn inside. Many of the rooms within the barn are blacker than night; the lightless passages require visitors to cling to one of the walls to find their way…but sometimes what you feel underneath your desperate, grasping hands might not be wood or stone. Dark and gruesome it may be, you do not walk the sinister passageways alone. Professor Maize has unleashed his horrific minions—his Maizelings—to dog your steps or block your path. Many broken and sadistic creeps remain from past years, trapped in the Barn’s depths, lurking around nearly every corner; some taunt the foolish visitor; others play with the gruesome remains of past visitors. The very air in the Barn can warp the mind the more you linger; and those who stay too long end up staying forever!
The Silo is the highest point in the old barn and can only be reached by a treacherous climb and walkway. The old field hands from the farm lurk on the floor among the rotting sacks of grain, caged there long ago by the now extinct Corn Cult. Visitors shouldn’t stand too close to the grate, unless they want to join them.
This enormous corn field, planted and tended to form a sadistic, seemingly endless maze, is now home to the macabre, deformed followers of Professor Maize, who pursue any who enter the winding rows with the hope of capturing them and bring their master new subjects for his loony experiments. The pathways are strewn with fallen stalks that trip up the unwary or those simply fleeing in terror. Bloodcurdling growls and squeals come from every direction, suggesting that not all the things that haunt the maze are human. Once the heart of the Corn Master’s dark domain, something foul and deadly may yet remain at the heart of the corn. Poor souls lost in the maze dare not call out to their friends, unless they wish to hear their cries echoed back, mockingly….as the Maizelings shamble closer.
Wanderers through the maze believe that many who never emerge end up here, under one of the sinister headstones that cover the landscape. Lost visitors are advised to walk quickly past, and not to linger over the strangely weathered markers…or look too closely at them, for they may find their own names.
This lonely tunnel within the maze is haunted by the sad wandering fools who came looking for wealth and found only despair. All manner of creeping horrors may lurk out of sight, but never completely. Passersby are warned to watch out for The Lost Foreman, who is starved for company…or just starving!
In the days of the Cornmaster, the unburied remains of the victims were sometimes brought here for the other family members to “play with” or other gruesome purposes. Now though these fiends are gone, one can still hear the echoes of their cackles, or the moans and faint screams of the murdered dead. Professor Maize now leaves his own gruesome carrion in the cursed cellar—gory remains of his own failed experiments—some of which are still moving despite being long dead.
Standing alone in the cornfield, this little broken shack looks almost like it could be a beacon of safety…but the stalk strewn ground around it is littered with the broken and abandoned “toys” of the Kobbe children…and a Maizeling or two that’s wandered from the shantytown, looking for prey.
A leprous shantytown, inhabited by a pack of demented cripples and mutants–some perhaps the insane survivors of the old Cornmaster’s rampages; some others the deformed and twisted cast outs from the defunct Corn Cult, stripped of their robes and their memory. They wait with a hungry patience and pursue all who flee the maze and pass through their town. All now bow down and follow mad Professor Maize, the self-anointed prophet of the Corn, and a group of his strongest and most deformed Maizeling grunts who act as bodyguards to his lunatic genius. The Professor loves to collect stray visitors and insists they stay for a bit of preaching or assist with some scientific projects he’s engaged in…usually ending badly for the unwilling guests.