The battle near Merton Moor had been over for a week. Out of sheer curiosity, I visited the battlefield with a few others. It had rained the night before. The ground was muddy and soaked. What I saw here was the unspeakable...
They are patient. Bones are their passion, human bones. They collect them with devotion, because the ossuary must be completed. To do this, the remains of several hundred deceased have to be stacked into walls, sculptures and altars. The work is not yet complete...
Once full of grace and beauty, she is now a hideous creature who seeks revenge. Her power over the shadows and knowledge of black magic make her unpredictable.
This unimaginable crime could never be solved. The entire family was wiped out at that time. The old house, once the scene of this gruesome murder, now rots in solitude. But beware, anyone who gets too close to it will be swallowed up by its dark energy.
Never enter the realm of the spider. It's a cold place. An earthy smell underscores the emptiness. Some strange things are happening here. No one has ever returned...
It is said that a lone painter, inspired by dark forces, opened the gates to the underworld on a stormy night and captured the horror he saw on canvas. Anyone who dared to look at this painting was haunted by dark figures who demanded release from their torment.