Welcome to the Reaping
Welcome to The Reaping
Family fun until sundown.
That’s what the Wicked Hollow sign promises.
During the daytime, the crowd enjoys hayrides, kettle corn, pumpkin patches, and face painting.
But when the sun drops and the fog rolls in, Wicked Hollow becomes something else.
Welcome to The Reaping.
An adults-only, after-dark tradition hidden inside the corn maze. It's part haunted attraction, part adrenaline ritual, part erotic confession you only make when you're ready to be caught. Masks are required. Names are optional. Consent is not.
Heres how it works:
You choose the chase: Participants opt in, sign the waiver, and set their boundaries before anyone steps into the maze.
You get a head start: Prey goes in first, alone or in small waves, given just enough time to get lost.
Then the hunt begins: Predators follow, stalking and taunting. They dont take what isn't offered. They don't cross what isn't agreed.
Safe-words matter... Every time: Because 'no' doesn't always mean no. But one word stops the game. No questions. No punishment. No ego.
The maze is built to disorient you: strobe lights that fracture your vision, fog that swallows the distance, and sounds that lie. Corn walls that whisper when you brush past them, dead ends that feel like traps, and shadows that move when you swear nothing is there.
The fear is real.
So is the choice.
Because The Reaping isnt about being forced.
Its about the moment you realize you want to run and the moment you decide whether you want to be caught.
If you're here for a sweet little Halloween story, turn back now.
If you're here for masks, consequences, and the kind of desire that makes you forget your own rules...
Step into the corn.
Your head start begins now.
The rest will follow on Halloween.
