Whilst at R'lyeh museum the following evening, I happened upon Mister Wraith. I ruminated 'wasn't his hair jet black? Yet now it appears grey, and he looks a bit older. Perhaps he needs a touch-up at the salon?'
I discreetly followed at a most reasonable distance, but, as I turned a corner he seemed to have vanished into thin air?
I discreetly followed at a most reasonable distance, but, as I turned a corner he seemed to have vanished into thin air?
I decided to pay him a visit at his home.
An eerie light seemed to surround his house. A dark light, if you will, for lack of a better description. It was very disconcerting.
I knocked, but no one answered.
As I reached for the knob, the door slowly creaked open. 'Typical', I thought to myself, adding 'This sort of thing never bodes well' as I, of course, quietly entered.
I heard incanchanting coming from the room that emanated the same eerie dark light as was seen outside. Overcome with a fearful curiosity, I conjured up as much courage as I could muster, and silently approached the doorway from whence the chant came.
This is what I saw....
I knocked, but no one answered.
As I reached for the knob, the door slowly creaked open. 'Typical', I thought to myself, adding 'This sort of thing never bodes well' as I, of course, quietly entered.
I heard incanchanting coming from the room that emanated the same eerie dark light as was seen outside. Overcome with a fearful curiosity, I conjured up as much courage as I could muster, and silently approached the doorway from whence the chant came.
This is what I saw....
'Holy satanic panic, Batman! what did I just witness!?!'
Needless to say, I left in more than a hurry!
Needless to say, I left in more than a hurry!