Welcome to the Gloomy Hollows of Spookinite Valley

Resting amid the foothills of rural Vermont is a land haunted by hundreds of loathsome spirits, and within which many ghastly secrets are buried. Travelers have avoided this realm as far back as the period of the early settlers. A darkness had touched its grounds, leaving it stained as a place of great terror and melancholy. Spookinite Valley had been its name as far back as anyone could recollect. Many dared not step foot upon the soil of the forlorn vale; only a few of the living were fearless enough to travel amidst the shadowy mountains. Unfortunately, however, most of the dauntless souls did not return home, and those hallowed enough to make it back were forever sullied with a morbidity of the heart.

---Many Ghoulish Tales Await The Living, Here In This Dark Place---

Novelettes & Creatures

The Old Haunted Inn

The Rural Hauntings

The Spookinite House

Winston Manor Mortuary

Wary Perceptions

Morley

The Creatures

Short Stories & Darkness

What I Did Not Dare

The Melting Candle

My Very Own Fiends

Spider Of The Foothills

The Ghoul Of Maple Hill

My Heartless Heart

The Fear of Deceit

Main Gothic Stories
The Old Haunted Inn

Visit an old Inn and uncover many dark secrets . . .

The Rural Hauntings

The grisly creatures have awoken beneath us . . .

The Spookinite House

Spend an evening in our haunted home . . .

Poetry, Rites & Prophecies

The Shadow of Poetry

The Summoning

Disturbing Rituals

Hunter's Moon Prophecy

The Night Whence It Came

It was indeed an exceedingly cold evening in late October--every tree upon the vast hillsides shuddered while the furious thunder rumbled violently over the obscured valley. The tempest was imminent, but something of an even more malevolent nature was approaching. The wailing and unrested spirits could be heard from inside the walls of the forsaken Inn; for they knew that during the forthcoming unhallowed night, the long-awaiting secrets would be revealed and the lingering darkness would be released.

When The Darkness Grew

And as the dreadfulness of that disconcerting night wore on, rather twisted and horrid things began transpiring--menacing whispers resounded over the broad cornfields while blackening hazes consumed the nightly heavens. All moonlight had ceased as the gruesome creatures freed themselves from underneath the earth--and then shortly after, their irredeemable hunger grew. But alas, it was merely the beginning of the end.

The Horrendous Ending

Ethereal winds began crying out unnaturally as the wraiths of the shadows descended upon the mortal realms. Heavy heartbeats resonated over the lands as brooding screams and shrieks endured unceasingly. Indeed, the grimness of such ghastly demise was evoked. Spectres of The Nocturnal chanted ancient hymns so thus the harvesting of darkness could commence, and every lost soul would be everlastingly incarnated into a creature borne from the Dark Sickness.

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