Before even stepping into Blood Manor, visitors can already see members of The Disgraceland Family roaming the sidewalk.

They hover over you, grimace and, though you might not know it, breathe over your shoulder. Blood Manor’s tagline? Its residents are crazy, and they are expecting you. Its Web site warns those easily spooked, prone to seizures and under 14 to stay away. Long a fan of all things Halloween and the mayhem the holiday entails, I was intrigued and entered the manor ready to be terrorized.

An elevator ride to the fifth floor and a quick trip to the cashier led to a dark hallway, where we were instructed to proceed in small groups. The five of us huddled together, soon engulfed by darkness. And that’s where things got fuzzy.

Nineteen rooms later, we emerged unscathed after running from chainsaw-wielding creatures, Freddy Krueger and taunts from bloody, tortured women. The rooms are elaborate: each has a different theme, complete with animatronics, costumed actors, flashes of light and, as a friend with a stained white shirt will attest to, blood splatters. Perhaps the most fascinating part of the manor is a series of hallways in 3D, while a roomful of men with flesh suspensions felt a little too authentic.

Now in its fifth year, Blood Manor is the creation of “home haunters” Mike Rodriguez and Jim Faro. The two annually decorated their homes for Halloween, not knowing they lived 2 miles apart: Faro in Floral Park and Rodriguez in Queens Village. After they were introduced, they partnered with event planner Jimmy Lorenzo, who secured the space for the haunted manor.

“Here we are, five years later still going,” said Faro, who spends the rest of the year brainstorming themes and does most of the decorating himself.

Despite the elaborate set design, some rooms evoked more laughter than scares. The third chainsaw-wielder lurking in the shadows wasn’t quite as scary as the first, with one prompting a friend to fall to his knees screaming just for kicks. A room featuring female zombie strippers seemed more gratuitous than terrifying, though my male friends had no complaints. Congested foot traffic, often stalling the transitions between rooms, also took away from the intended feelings of isolation and immediacy. But perhaps the biggest hindrance was the no-touch rule, which assured us the monsters’ physical proximity was all show.

Ultimately that could be why most haunted houses fail to deliver real scares. If a stray hand somehow finds its way to your shoulder, it more often than not belongs to someone you know.

Continues through November 7th, 542 W. 27th St., New York, NY, www.bloodmanor.com, $25-30