Along a dark, forsaken road, there stands a stark and grim abode--an old manor house looms black and tall, to cast a grave and deathly pall.
Beyond the ancient wrought-iron gate, a thousand nightmares lie in wait--for dark things dwell in this house of fear, and none but the dead dare tresspass here.
Ghastly whispers fill the air, chanting omens to beware. Shadows stir in candlelight then rise to prowl the dead of night.
Spirits lurk within these walls, and wander these unhallowed halls, cursed to haunt this dark domain, where mortal woe and sorrow reign.
