Good evening dear thrill seekers, I trust you are all unwell. Welcome to my gatehouse of horrors where I guarantee you a night of hell. Come in if you dare and make yourselves uncomfortable. Sit down here on my couch made of bone as I pour you a glass of poison, shiver in the darkness and the cold stuffy air and I shall tell you a tail the likes you have never ever known. A tail of darkness and of long creeping shadows, of haunted houses and screams from the grave, of gushing blood and snapping jaws and of all the things that nightmares are made, a tail of midnight and graveyards and gore; of innocence lost and of evils galore.
Come in if you dare, for the weary beware, what you are now we used to be, what we are now you shall become.