The Macabre Manor

The door swings shut behind you, and somewhere in the house a clock chimes thirteen. Welcome to The Macabre Manor — where the wallpaper is darkest damask, the décor is delightfully deceased, and your hosts have never met a strange thing they didn't bring home. A gilded portrait presides over the writing desk, looking thoroughly pleased to have company. Antique blades and dueling pistols hang in proud little rows. A suit of armor stands guard in the corner, and a single skull holds court among the curiosities like the most interesting guest at the party. Firelight flickers warm and gold over all of it, because even the peculiar like to entertain. Step a little deeper and the house reveals its hobbies. Somewhere a séance is being arranged, a globe waits beside a stack of forbidden books, and a portrait sitting drags on far longer than the sitter would like. You're not a guest here so much as the newest, most fascinating curiosity in the collection. Pull up a chair, mind the skull, and make yourself at home. They've been dying to meet you.