Some of the farm help have returned, but they’re not looking or acting quite right. On the 25th anniversary of the old pumkin farmer's disappearance, nature and the unknown have taken claim of the cemetary and the farm. The voodoo chants are getting louder and the pumpkins and insects are growing to unnatural sizes.

And yes, the birds…they keep arriving. It started with just a few, but the flock just keeps growing. It appears they are congregating with a dark purpose and their endless squawks seem to summon even more of their brethren. Or maybe the birds and the rest of the mayhem is being caused by the rituals performed around the old, crumbling mausoleum.

So be sure to pay us a visit and see if you can help us try and control the chaos at the farm’s edge and the Old Mill Cemetery. Be wary when you stop by, as you never know what might happen.

The Kill on Old Mill started many years ago with Halloween revelers visiting our house and peering through the front windows, eager to get a glimpse at the dark and foggy living room graveyard. As years passed, and people’s time on earth expired, we were forced to expand the cemetery into the front yard and garage. We’re not sure if it’s the makeup of the soil, or events stricken from the recorded history of the area, but the expanding cemetery seems to have left a calling card for the undead.