| Listen. You can still hear the screams… Long before Canobie Lake became a trolley park and ultimately the amusement park we know today, a village for workers of the Policy Mining Company sat on the very same land. A slaughterhouse was built to help sustain the employee population and was half-jokingly referred to by the villagers as the "Dead Shed"- because what went in never came out alive. The butchers of the Dead Shed took their work very seriously, taking pride in the delicacy of the slaughtering process. Slicing through flesh and bone with precision, passionately carving a bloodied work of art for others to consume, the butchers would then hang and cure the meat. Residents of the old mining village would marvel at these edible creations and admired the butchers' ability to provide a meal out of anything and everything that came through the shambled shack. It was also rumored that their skills were employed to deal with disgruntled employees of the mining company. But the butchers could only laugh at that notion. When the mining village was left deserted at the end
of the nineteenth century, the Dead Shed caretakers stayed behind, hoping
to serve the next community to settle. Eventually the slaughterhouse and
everything in it was left to rot, including the caretakers. The creepy
crawlies finally consumed all that was left behind, leaving only the spirits
of the butchers to occupy the property. The spirits would continue to
gather in the years passing, seeking to resume their original craft. Journey
into the Dead Shed if you have the guts-just don't expect to leave with
them. |