Who is this man that keeps appearing in your dreams? A long lost memory of a distant relative? No, he is far too reserved to be any uncle of yours. A holy messenger? No. You are no seer, no prophet, no mouthpiece of divine knowledge. Besides, this... man... or beast... or whatever he may be, is no possessor of glad tidings. No. He is far too dark, far too cold. Darker than the red-eyed steed that zoomed past you, before disappearing back into the black trees. Much colder than the quilted cot of your heated chambers that you so desperately yearn to return to. Every night he has never been more (or less) than a stones throw away. But tonight is different. You feel it. He does not step, but he draws ever nearer. Your body- paralyzed, immobile. He is now inches away. He peels back his shrouded veil. You have never seen his face before. But you recognize him... and you know his name.

Spooky McSpookerton

So, you have decided to take a nightly stroll in the enchanted forest? Hm hm hm... poor choice. There is another, much more terrifying world beneath the bright, vivacious facade. Peel back the green leaves and you will find a world riddled with death and decay. The descriptions of endless joy and sweet treats no longer apply... Unless you are fungi. You are stepping. Something catches your ankle. You trip and enter... The Spider's Lair.

Enter the Spider's Lair

Lost at sea... How long have you been here? Where are you headed? How did you even end up here? The memory of your lover's face has faded to a blur...-a creak! Boards. Ropes. Planks. Sails. Constantly creaking... Footsteps?... A scream from behind you! Terrified, you bolt towards the closest door. You lock yourself in the latrine. Above the cracked sink is a dust-caked mirror. You wipe off the thick layer of opaque grey. To your astonishment, you see a glowing, translucent figure appear before you! And all too late you realize... YOU are the haunter!

Captain Higburt's Ship of Lost Souls

Welcome to Egypt, land of the pyramids. Where mummies roam free. They run this town and they run it well. But under cover of night, something much more... unsettling... occurs. The bourgeoisie barrier of the mummies is broken down to allow the skeletons to participate in the wretched ritual that is the Skeleton-Mummy Dance. Several hours of torment to any onlooker... or eavesdropper. But not everyone is invited. Take off your sand filled shoes and enter if you dare. (Don't tell the werewolves.)

Skeleton-Mummy Dance

heheh nothin like a coupla choasted restnuts baby

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