sKreamers is ALIVE!

But will you survive? Then take a ride on the wild wagon through the border forest and then stroll through the Side Laboratory and Front Barn. ... but be warned, there are no refunds available. So come enjoy a safe and secure night with us any Friday or Saturday in October.

About sKreamers
sKreamers is the demented and awkward child of the Kiwanis Club of Orleans. While considering fundraising opportunities in and for the community, Mitch Miller and Harley Bloom shared their love for Halloween with the other Club members and the concept of sKreamers was born.

Originally tagged, "The Haunted Hamlet" in 2001, the Gloucester Shopping Center permitted us to convert an empty store into a cute haunted attraction. At $2 admission we entertained enough guests to confirm we were on to something. The following year we were given a much larger space and we definitely caused a bit of a stir. One of our masked actors wandering outside of the bank, scared the staff into almost triggering a silent alarm. Luckily someone in the bank put two and two together and we avoided having another actor arrested...

In only our second year, we were pretty cheap on the props and for makeup we used black shoe polish around our eyes. After an exhausting day at the haunt, one of our actors headed for home and stopped to get gas. He was a bit concerned about the strange looks he was getting but he'd been getting them all day so thought little of it. Resting at home he was surprised to see a Police Car pull into his driveway. The police demanded to know if he had recently got gas. He answered in the affirmative and they asked him how he had paid for it. He showed them his "speed pass" fob. For some reason the police didn't seem to be taking him seriously and loaded him into the cruiser. Arriving back at the gas station, the police brought out the manager who immediately pointed at our guy and started yelling, "That's him! That's the guy!" Of course, now everyone is staring...

It turns out the speed pass hadn't been registered by the pump so our guy apologizes and pays. The police take him home.

Visiting the washroom our guy goes to wash his hands and of course is staring in the mirror at his face with black shoe polish circles around his eyes, and then all the awkwardness of the day made sense.

From Gloucester Center, we moved to Laporte Gardens on Montreal Road where we spooked out the 11,000 sq.ft. building in all its' glory. Unfortunately, the facility was leveled in 2004 and once again we were looking for a home.

It wasn't until 2006 that we found Proulx Farm where we have flourished ever since.