Darkness closes in-

Screams ring out.

Windows swing open.

Doors slam closed.

Steps creak upward-

Feet run downward.

The wind howls in the trees and through the house. Skeltons scratch beneath the house, looking with endless black sockets.

Within the house, there lie a secret ready to unfold. A lady in her rocker and a cat on her lap.

Sit and stay- wait while. Let the wind sing a deadly melody and the dead chant haunting spells.

When the clock strikes midnight, watch blood pour from the skies, the fire will diminish in its stone place.

Hear the old lady cackle and the cat yowl. The house will shake and shudder, invisible feet will pound the basement staircase.

Welcome to The Manor, where the dead will wake and the cheery become somber. The strong become weak…

It’s the Manor Manners!