Class of '82

Somehow we ended up in the dungeon.  And something’s been locked up down here since… 1982!  Whatever it is, it’s all neon and hairspray and it’s Thriller dancing right towards us.

 

THE Class of '82 COLLECTION

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Class of '82

Rad

Unfortunately it's still two years too early for anyone to call the Ghostbusters. Which means we're on our own with a can of hairspray, a disposable lighter, and a mixtape.  But if the eighties taught us anything, it’s that hot pink actually goes really great with black, and that zombies doing choreographed dance are the sickest shit ever.

So let’s take a moonwalk down spooky 1980’s memory lane.

Continue Exploring the Manor

Escape the dungeon!

Let’s zombie dance up the stairs towards…

the movie theater.