The Lore

Welcome, wanderer… these grounds remember every October. Each year, the veil parts and a new tale rises from the dark. Witches stirring, spirits whispering, carnivals burning, courts of shadow awakening. The lore is not told once, but woven year upon year, each chapter binding to the last like ivy on forgotten stone. Step through the gates, choose a story, and follow the echoes… the haunt awaits.

The Lore from 2025

The boundaries which divide Life from Death are at best shadowy and vague.
— The Premature Burial

The Lore from 2024

Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before.
— The Raven