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The Tale of TAGSYLVANIA

Lean in close now… Don’t sit too far from the fire. If that fog rolls in while I’m talking… we’re all done for.

Long before Big Flats, back in 1740, there was a quiet little village called Atsingnetsing, home to just 147 souls.

Then came Halloween night.

A thick, unnatural fog rolled in, swallowing the village. The townsfolk turned on one another as if something in the fog had gotten inside them—something hungry.

By sunrise, the village was silent. Only one survivor remained, raving about blood, creatures, and shadows in the fog.

Atsingnetsing was gone.

What remained became known as TAGSYLVANIA.

They say the place where the fog first appeared became The Lost Hamlet. When the fog grows thick, you can still glimpse its crumbling buildings, hear the old church bell, and sometimes hear familiar voices calling from somewhere inside.

Whatever you do, don’t follow them.

But the fog didn’t stop there.

Over the years, it claimed Jerkus Circus, swallowed Motel 666, and crept into The Orphan House, where the lost children of Atsingnetsing were once taken. Their footsteps and laughter are still said to echo through its halls.

The fog always takes what it touches.

And still… every fall, people come.

Ghost hunters. Daredevils. Nonbelievers. Fortune tellers. All hoping to discover what’s really hiding in the fog.

So if you’re brave enough to enter, remember:

Stay on the path. Stay with your group.

And if the fog whispers your name… do not answer it.

Because you may become just another voice calling to the next poor soul who dares to enter…

TAGSYLVANIA.