A deadly game of hide and seek

When the asylum burned to a smouldering ruin, the ashes of the dead seeped into the soil. Faint traces of their sickly wails still linger in the air.  

In this tainted garden, dreadful roots spread through blood-drenched soil. A withered mansion, twisted by unfathomable darkness, casts a long and maddening shadow.

A surreal landscape borne from the depths of an artist’s mind. A vast tower tears at the fabric of reality, reaching heights even the crows cannot fathom. 

Once an idyllic picture of suburban life, the simple street of Lampkin Lane was forever tarnished by unspeakable horror. The Shape of evil has returned -- and this is his home.

Decrepit shacks hide cells packed with bloated corpses, their fetid stench barely masked by the bog. Those lost in Backwater Swamp seldom return in one piece.   

A former governmental black site where brilliant minds explored depraved innovations in electroshock and trauma-based therapy. The Doctor will see you now. 

Evil will forever be drawn to the Red Forest. Over the vast course of history, many have been led astray. Even now, relics of its bloodstained legacy still stand.  

The ski resort at Mount Ormond has long been abandoned. It endures as a favored haunt for rebellious youths seeking to indulge in violent proclivities.  

Some nightmares feel so real -- especially in Springwood. Forever tainted by its heinous past, even the innocent preschool has been defiled by unspeakable misery. 

Midwich Elementary School was irrevocably scarred by a dark transformation that contorted the building into a nightmarish manifestation of childhood trauma.   

They say restless ghosts haunt the old Dead Dawg Saloon, victims of a massacre where gang members and civilians were torn apart in a hail of gunfire.   

The Yamaoka legacy has been bathed in blood, profaned by wanton slaughter. Though impressive to behold, centuries of deep-rooted rage have corrupted the sprawling grounds.  

The lair of the twisted visionary Jigsaw, hellbent on concluding his life’s work. Each macabre trap tells a story: a cautionary tale of life wasted and perspective gained.  

A former art museum turned bastion of justice, the Raccoon City Police Station was left shattered by the outbreak. Even the bravest officers were overwhelmed by the ravenous dead. 

This once peaceful haven was left ravaged by The Knight and his followers. The cinders still burn, a reminder of unwavering brutality.

Enjoy your stay at Coldwind Farm. If the vile stench of rotting carcasses wasn’t bad enough, the dilapidated manor is haunted by memories of unthinkable cruelty. 

In the gnarled woods lies the MacMillan Estate, a once prosperous mining operation. Rusted buildings emit ghostly creaks, standing sentinel in the moonlight. 

Though supposedly a legitimate business, the wrecker’s yard conceals many disturbing secrets. No one knows how many mangled bodies lie beneath the twisted metal.  

A brutal, industrial interstellar cargo ship, where human life takes a back seat to cruel efficiency. From the well of Ripley’s memories a grim and hopeless realm manifests into a terrifying nightmare.

Deep in the heart of the Shelter Woods lies a hunting camp, where luxury and brutality coalesce. Many grotesque tools have been crafted within its walls. The high life indeed.

A lush jungle teeming with flora and fauna unlike any seen on Earth, to marvel at its beauty is to risk life and limb.

The Hawkins National Laboratory still stands, a grim reminder of the disturbing events that happened there, most of which remain undisclosed except to the few who witnessed them first-hand.