Muahaha is the preeminent destination for the ghoulishly undead on the internet. We cater slavishly to the possessed and the damned, the vampiric and the monstrous. Whether you’re a witch, a ghost, a lycanthrope, or a fifteen-foot-tall skeleton (looking at you, Burt), we consider you kindred spirits. Welcome!

Beyond the iron gates of our haunted realm, just past the stone sepulcher of the weeping maiden, lies the Muahaha Factory: a cursed cathedral of clanks and groans, where eldritch gears churn through the midnight hours to deliver unspeakable horrors directly to you.

From diabolical merch to haunted history to stories that shock and bedevil, we aim to chill you to the bone and embrace you in cursed fog (which explains all the fog machines).

We know how hard it is out there, beloved immortal. We salute you for lighting your own strange lantern - a flickering beacon of wickedness against the fluorescent glare of the living.

From Helly Elly and Count Sebastian’s terrifying suburban antics in Fresno (the horror!) to Wicked Jack’s mad ruminations from the back of his unlicensed hayride, consider Muahaha your tireless ghost butler, serving up freshly exhumed delights on a silver platter.

(Actually, scratch that. We know some of you have issues with silver. Let’s say… gold.)

At heart, we’re just a spooky husband-and-wife team who adore all things horror.  Spooky doesn't just happen in October, as you surely don't need reminding. We’re thrilled you’ve joined us on this haunted carriage ride.  The night-mares are galloping at full throttle, and this attraction is open all year round. 

So as the lightning crashes and the thunder booms overhead, pull up a seat!  Just not that haunted armchair in the corner.

That one is... occupied.

Muahahahahahahahahahahaha!