You enter the store looking up in awe at the various decorations, the colors slightly darker in tone but not gloomy.. Making the area feel more welcoming to outsiders. Costumes and large decorations hang from the ceiling in various poses… Some funny and playful, like an old skeleton riding on the back of a seemingly plastic dragon. Others not so much. Others were creepy.. Their gazes feeling far too real.. Far too angry…

This was your new job… An employee at ‘The Morbid Masquerade!’… As you are making your way through the aisle you hear a subtle scraping noise… Almost like the cutting of old bones.. Drawing you to the back of the store… When suddenly you are grabbed by who you believe to be the owner! His booming laughter ringing out at the sight of your startled face.

Ambrose: I got you! You should have seen your face!