Welcome to Hellbilly Holler!
Where the stew is hot, the deals are dark, and the dead don’t stay buried. Deep in the backwoods—past the rusted signs and broken fences—lies Hellbilly Holler, a forgotten patch of earth where something went terribly wrong.
When the local hillbillies got too lazy to go into town for food, they turned to the nearest supply: the cemetery.
But corpses don’t last forever.
Now, Jethro, Bocephus, and Vincent have struck a wicked deal with Lucia the Swamp Witch. They lure unsuspecting travelers into the holler to be hunted by the mysterious and terrifying Wendigo.
The Hellbillies get the meat. The Witch gets the souls.
The gators get the leftovers.
It’s a system.
A cursed one.
As the line between the living and the dead begins to rot, the price of survival gets steeper… and hungrier.
Roaming the outskirts is Madam Athena, a mysterious fortune teller who warns of what lies ahead. But those chasing potions of love, youth, or revenge rarely listen.
Most who enter Hellbilly Holler don’t leave.
Some end up in the stew.
A few end up part of the scenery.
So go ahead… wander in.
But don’t say you weren’t warned.
the story goes...
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IMPORTANT!
*FREE (donations accepted)
*DISPLAY (not walk through)
*NO ACTORS
*ADA FRIENDLY
*T-SHIRTS FOR SALE
opening sunday october 19, 2025
For 16 years, Hellbilly Holler has been creeping people out in North Phoenix (14601 North 40th Way, Phoenix, 85032). We’re a FREE DISPLAY haunt (it is not a walk through) — moderately spooky, wildly creative, and 100% actor-free. You can get up close without getting approached, chased, screamed at, or touched. We strive to be as ADA compliant as possible with a smooth even walkway for wheelchairs and baby carriages, a "quieter" area for people who get overstimulated, and the laser and strobe can be turned off by request.
We’ve won the AZ Haunters Best Display Haunt Award twice (2020 & 2023), and every year we grow bigger—with custom props, eerie projections, new lighting, and twisted surprises.
Thanks to solar upgrades, the haunt now glows in eerie Nightlight Mode even after hours—perfect for late-night creepers.
In 2024, we celebrated 15 years of terror… and SueBob fans know what that means: "The Transformation of SueBob". In the saga from BROADZILLA FILMS you'll find out just what happened to SueBob after the Swamp Witch got her...
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SueBob
SueBob is the light and shadow of Hellbilly Holler—a hillbilly girl beloved by all, yet feared in the same breath. Folks tread lightly around her, watching their words, and though they smile in her presence, she feels the truth beneath it. There’s a secret here, stitched into the soil and the marrow of the people, and every cautious glance makes her more certain that something is terribly wrong.
She refuses the “meat” delivered to the town butcher, living instead on what she grows from the earth or hunts in the woods. She has seen Reverend Jethro summon his serpents, their scaled bodies writhing over him like living robes, and though the sight chills her, she does not turn away. She loves Merrick, (or is it Bocephus?)—the one who rocked her gently as a babe—even if she does not understand why sorrow always lines his eyes.
As her fifteenth birthday draws near, the world around her grows stranger. Whispers ripple through the trees, voices call her name in the night, and the hills echo with unearthly howls. SueBob knows the Swamp Witch will come soon. But what will she take? And why does SueBob feel, deep in her bones, that the answer has been waiting for her all along?
swamp witch
Over four centuries ago, the Swamp Witch gave up something so great, so irreplaceable, that it saved the people of Hellbilly Holler—but scarred her forever. Though her life stretches on beyond mortal years, no one truly knows her age, nor where she first came from. What is known is this: her first calling, her first devotion, has always been to the creatures, the land, and the people of the Holler. Yet that sacrifice—born of incredible love—left her heart hardened, her spirit shadowed. The villagers whisper that she is evil, but the truth is more tragic. Only a loss beyond measure could twist such devotion into darkness.
bocephus
Bocephus may look like a bumbling hillbilly with his round belly and gap-toothed grin, but those who truly know him understand he carries a heart bigger than the Holler itself. Simple in his ways and easily confused, he’s always been a loyal soul—especially to the Swamp Witch, whose word he followed without question… at least, until his heart told him otherwise.
He grew up alongside SueBob, first as a childhood friend, then as a caretaker who loved her like a daughter, and later cherished her as though she were his own grandchild. Yet as the years stretched on, Bocephus could not understand why time touched him but not SueBob. His questions led him to the Swamp Witch, his trust in her wavering for the first time. He went looking for answers… but after that night, Bocephus was never seen again.
Rev. Jethro
Once, Reverend Jethro thundered from the pulpit, a Pentecostal preacher who handled serpents with fiery faith. But the snakes he lifted in worship struck back, again and again, their venom burning through his veins. With every bite, his skin grew stranger, his eyes more slitted, until the man of God became something less than human—and far more reptile than flesh.
It is said the Letiche people—the swamp-born spirits of scales and shadow—welcomed him as one of their own. Through them, he learned the darker hymns: black magic that summons serpents from the earth, writhing and hissing to coil around him like living vestments. Now, when Jethro raises his arms in a preacher’s pose, it is not scripture he speaks but a curse, and the snakes come slithering at his call.
Merrick
Merrick was kin to Bocephus, and when Bocephus disappeared—whether on a moonshine run or at the hands of the Swamp Witch—Merrick slipped into his old rocking chair as though it had been waiting for him. From that chair he keeps his quiet watch, a man tangled up in kinship, loss, and the long shadow of the Swamp Witch.
In 2025 she came to him with a bundle swaddled in rags—a baby, pale and perfect—and dropped it into his lap. “Raise it fifteen years,” she hissed, “and keep your mouth shut about where it came from.” Merrick’s heart melted at the sight of the child, though fear gnawed at him with every rock of the chair. For the babe’s eyes gleamed too knowing, its smile too sharp, and sometimes, in the lamplight, Merrick swears it whispers in a voice far older than its years.
Still, he rocks on, bound by the Swamp Witch’s command. He loves the child as his own… even as he fears what it will become when the Witch returns to claim it.
the wendigo
High above Hellbilly Holler, in the dark ridges and thickets where no lantern light can reach, a creature stalks the night. The Wendigo, gaunt and towering, is said to hunger only for flesh—and not just any flesh, but the tender meat of outsiders who wander too close to the Holler’s edge. Visitors vanish without a trace, their screams swallowed by the hills, their bones left gnawed and scattered.
Among the folk of the Holler, whispers carry the truth: the Wendigo’s feasts are what keep the people fed. “Out-of-towners never knew what hit them,” the old-timers say with a knowing glance. A few, fearful and wise, leave out biscuits and gravy at the treeline, humble offerings to sate the beast. Most are never so lucky.
The Wendigo’s origins are shrouded in mystery. How it has endured through centuries—never aging, never dying—is a secret only the Swamp Witch herself could tell. And while the creature stalks the hills, it also stalks SueBob’s dreams, wrapping its claws around her heart in ways she dares not confess. It is a phantom that drifts into her dreams—its eyes burning like coals, its voice like wind through the pines. She fears it, yes, but her heart aches all the same, as though bound to its sorrow. And in the silence of the Holler, some say the Wendigo lingers not just for flesh… but for her.
bone collector
The Bone Collector drifts through the countryside like a shadow, his long scraggly hair and boil-marked face hidden beneath trinkets of the dead. Necklaces of teeth clatter against his chest, bone charms dangle from his wrists, and from his belt hang little round jars—each packed tight with bone dust, glimmering pale as moonlight.
By night, he prowls graveyards and forgotten burial grounds, clawing through the earth to unearth what time has left behind. The older the bones, the stronger the magic, or so he claims. With muttered words and grinding stone, he turns the dead to dust, carrying his prize back to the Swamp Witch, where the two conspire over potions and spells too dark to name.
Whispers say he was once the very first Tooth Fairy, back when his trade was sweet and harmless. But centuries have a way of twisting stories, and now the fairy-tale has rotted into a nightmare. Look upon him, and see what the Tooth Fairy has become.
Merle & Earle
Merle and Earle came into this world as one body but two minds, fused together in ways nature never intended. Between them they share three eyes, a single nose, and one crooked mouth that never seems to close. From that mouth spills not only their words, but an endless tide of bile—sickly green and reeking—that they heave into a sloshing bucket of guts they keep close at hand.
Merle is the hungrier of the two, a rabid cannibal whose craving for flesh gnaws at him day and night. Earle, meanwhile, finds his comfort in moonshine, guzzling it down until his body sways but never quite falls. Together they stagger through the Holler, one shrieking for blood, the other slurring with laughter, their bucket always slopping at their feet.
Some say they were cursed at birth. Others whisper the Swamp Witch kept them alive for reasons only she understands. But all agree on this: when Merle and Earl come lurching out of the dark, you’d best pray their bucket’s already full.
frank sinrata
They say the Swamp Witch once kept company with a smooth-talking crooner from far beyond the Holler—a man the world knew as Frank Sinatra. But their romance soured, and when it ended, she made certain his music would never leave her. With a whisper and a curse, she stole his soul and his velvet voice, sealing both inside the body of her favorite rat.
Now, under the pale glow of swamp lanterns, Frank SinRATa performs for all eternity. His whiskers twitch, his beady eyes gleam, and from his tiny throat pours a voice rich enough to haunt the pines. Some nights he croons of love lost, other nights he wails of chains and shadows, but always his song carries through the dark of Hellbilly Holler—half beautiful, half damned.
Visitors laugh at the sight of a rat in a bow tie, but those who linger too long at his stage swear they feel a sorrow in his voice that chills the bone. For no matter how sweet the song, it will never end.
characters
Athena Nastasia – Bearer of Song and Silent Worlds
Athena Nastasia carries music in her veins and worlds in her eyes. A drummer, singer, actress, and prop fabricator, she weaves sound and movement into every story she inhabits. Trained from childhood to build and paint hauntingly lifelike props for Hellbilly Holler, she now reigns as its central figure, SueBob – a character born of folklore and fierce imagination. As the star of every Broadzilla Films production, Athena’s performances glow with both vulnerability and strength. Though now pausing to study bioscience in high school, her mind continues to drift into other realms, ever ready to return and breathe life into the shadows once more.
Laura Nastasia – Keeper of Codes and Forgotten Lore
Laura Nastasia is a mathematician who finds poetry in numbers and secrets in symbols. As the author of Soul Ferriers: The Day of Darkness, she guides readers into realms where animals speak and gods awaken. Her cryptographic puzzles and ciphers transform words into keys that unlock hidden worlds on SoulFerriers.com, where only the brave and curious find their way through her labyrinth of codes. In Broadzilla Films, Laura is both actress and producer, and within Hellbilly Holler, she conjures eerie beauty as a prop builder and embodies the Swamp Witch who whispers forgotten truths to passing souls. Her creations remind us that behind every pattern lies a story waiting to be revealed.
Michaela Nastasia - Architect of Shadows and Story
Michaela Nastasia is an immersive artist and filmmaker who breathes life into shadows and sculpts beauty from fear. As the creator of Hellbilly Holler, she builds haunting displays that comfort as much as they frighten, guiding visitors through scenes of eerie wonder and quiet dread. Her art and animation merge nostalgia with a futuristic edge, each creation a doorway into other worlds. As co-founder of Broadzilla Films, she weaves cinematic stories alongside her sister and niece, capturing fleeting moments of terror and tenderness. Her vision invites audiences to step beyond the veil, where darkness and light intertwine in endless, haunting dance.
creators
michaela
laura
athena
broadzilla films
