Remote island. Haunted hotel.

Forty staff. One guest per night.

This is the Drowned Baby Inn, a premiere horror theme park reserved for the wealthiest of patrons. By day the guests are pampered with luxuries-five star meals, spa, sauna-all one could ask of an upscale resort.

By night they are free to explore this labyrinth-rooms littered with murdered mannequins; hallways echoing with unseen footsteps; every corner exuding a malice from a time long gone and past. The guests scream and laugh, oblivious to the horror that resides beneath.

The guests will enjoy their time here. The staff, will not.

So check in. Make yourself at home.

The guests are free to leave. But the Concierge is here to stay.