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2025 Story about the Holloway Twins
The Full Story
The Haunting of the Holloway Twins
The Holloway twins, Lily & Rose, were born on a stormy night in 1893 at Blackwood Orphanage, a sprawling estate that sat on the outskirts of a nameless town. The orphanage, a place of sorrow and whispered secrets, had become their home since birth—abandoned by a mother who never left a name, and never looked back.
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For thirteen years, the girls lived in the cold, echoing halls, finding warmth only in each other. They were inseparable, speaking in hushed giggles and finishing each other’s sentences in eerie unison. The other children feared them, whispering that the twins could see things—shadows moving in corners, voices no one else could hear.
Then came the fire.
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No one knew how it started. Some said the old furnace in the basement overheated. Others swore they heard the girls laughing just before the first flames crept up the stairwell. The staff tried to save them, but the twins were gone before they could be reached. When the embers cooled, no trace of their bodies remained—only their charred dolls left in the ruins.
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Blackwood was abandoned, but the Holloway twins never left.
A New Home, A New Game of Dead Whispers
Fast forward over a century, and you’re now here visiting our house in Fredericksburg, Virginia. A town known for it’s eerie and true stories of ghosts roaming the streets and lurking in homes all over town. You’re now inside our home, and the girls have been waiting for you.
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Meet the Holloway Twins.
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It started with the giggles. At night, when the house settles into dimly lit rooms and corridors, you’ll hear them—soft, high-pitched laughter coming from the dark hallways. You’ll look around, of course, but the hallways will be empty… or are they…
The tricks will come as you move your way through our house. Your belongings may vanish, only to reappear later in different parts of the house. Lights flickering, strange foul smells and unforgettable sounds coming from the walls. Beware of cold hands brushing against your neck, or whispers in your ears when no one will seem to be there.
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The twins don’t mean to hurt you. They just love to play. But the problem is… the games never end.
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They follow you from room to room, always watching, always giggling. Sometimes, you’ll see them—two girls in old fashioned clothes, holding hands at the end of the hall. If you blink, they’re gone.
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They want you to stay. Forever.
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And if you try to leave?
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Well… let’s just say, the last people didn’t make it out and were nowhere to be found.
Just when you think you’ve figured them out—just when you believe you can live with the giggles, the tricks, the eerie games—something changes. The laughter turns hollow. The whispers become desperate.
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You’ll reach one of the rooms and you’ll hear a creepy sound in the dark, feel cold and nervous. You can’t move. You can’t breathe. Then, a voice, clear as day, murmurs a dead-like whisper in your ear:
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"Help us."
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You shake, gasping for air. The twins stand in front of you, their usual mischievous smiles gone. Their wide, pleading eyes bore into yours.
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You were wrong about them.
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They don’t want to keep you here. They want to warn you.
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Something else is in the house. Something that kept them trapped. Something that doesn’t play games.
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And now, it knows you can hear them... the Dead Whispers...
And it’s coming for you next. Will you dare to scream in the dark?
Harvest of Shadows
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Every autumn, the quiet town of Fredericksburg celebrates the fall harvest with bonfires, caramel apples, and hayrides through the sprawling farmlands. But this year, something darker has taken root.
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As the sun sets, guests climb onto the creaking wooden wagon for the “Harvest of Shadows” hayride. The journey begins calmly, on the Fairgrounds until the wagon turns toward the old Wicker Barn.
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The structure looms in the distance, its silhouette jagged and crooked against the twilight sky. Inside, legend says, the Wicker family practiced strange rituals after a failed harvest long ago—summoning scarecrow-like guardians and twisted forest spirits to protect their crops. But something went wrong. Now, the barn is a trap for the living and a haven for the cursed.
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As the wagon enters the barn, flickering lanterns reveal narrow corridors of decaying wood and shifting hay bales. Shadowy figures skitter along the rafters. The scarecrow moves. A snarling creature lunges from the stalls—its eyes glowing, stitched mouth stretching impossibly wide. Guests scream as the wagon lurches forward into the dark heart of the barn, chased by twisted remnants of the harvest—creatures sewn from old farm tools, bone, and burlap.
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The ride ends when the wagon breaks through the other side of the barn and goes back to safety —but some riders swear they hear footsteps following, and even get chased by a crazy old farm hand with a chainsaw waiting to chop you up and feed you to the pigs.
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Attraction Explanation:
The Harvest of Shadows haunted hayride is an immersive horror experience designed for thrill-seekers and fall festival goers. Guests ride through the fairgrounds that culminates in a terrifying journey through a haunted barn. The barn is inhabited by scarecrow monsters, possessed farmhands, and supernatural forest beasts that interact with the hayride in unexpected ways. IT is this year's second Haunted Attraction.
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