Tenebrous Rift | A collaboration between Frightbytes.com and Spookinite.com

A collaboration between Frightbytes.com and Spookinite.com

The dark violet portal behind you disintegrates, abandoning you in a cold place. Indeed, this world was like a marble that was abruptly taken and placed into a dark box—or a living person forced into a coffin. It was October 31st, 1899 A.D. when a legion of ghouls residing in the lonesome Spookinite Valley forever strangulated the sun and broke the lunar cycle, allowing a Hunter’s Moon to reign unrivaled in the heavens. It was also The Master—or Dark Sickness—who first plotted this dire scheme to allow the Pumpkin Daemons to rise from the earth. After he was summoned by an ancient race of sentient spiders thousands of years ago, he deceived The Spidress, annihilated her empire, and delivered her race to its extinction. He is insanity incarnate and dwells within this realm of nocturnal eternity. However, he and his ghouls remain unrestful, for they have recently discovered something. Make haste, for Pumpkin Daemons still roam the earth.

Within the crypt I lie in wait tonight,
A wrath inside my heart burns of fire.
Thus, I prepare with joy to end their light,
And now I laugh seeing their wondrous pyre.

In the shadows their souls are brought to Him.
Worthless they all know not of that which burned.
The pumpkin moon shall bring phantoms all grim,
Therefore, I reap what I have justly earned.

No coffin nor urn will stop me from my,
Schemes of the great mental morbidity.
And to the dead I save them from a lie,
Majestic curiosity.

Indeed, dreadful I am oh! so ghastly!
Hearing their shrieks is what all fiends relish!

Click the screaming corpse head to continue.