Thunder roars and echoing
Lighting lit's up the plutonian darkness of this night.
Footsteps crush one by one on the gravel path ;a rusting creaking cast iron gate opens.
The footsteps continue up the gravel path as it approchs it's destination.
A crypt is open ,the guests enter the crypts and sit down at the table placed in the middle.
A shadow figure appears dressed in a black habit and its face covered by its cowl.
"Welcome Gentleman and Ladies I intestested to learn your tales of woe this night "
Margaret a wife of a prosperous husband speaks first .
"My husband is an insomniac who keeps me awake on and off during the night disturbing my slumber.
So I decided I must do some thing about this before it drives me to madness.
We travelled to Sweden to a clinic at Kurhus ;a sanitorium for insomniac s.
During our stay my husband would begin to sleep and then regale to me his unearthly nightmares of mysterious lost souls like witches ;vampires and this dream he had ever night until it drove him and myself out .
We wandered in the night in the labyrinth of the paths of the dark foreboding woods until we came upon a deserted gamekeepers hut.
We decided to rest in this cabin until daybreak. We entered the cabin and liked upon the wall upon it were the spoils of hunts but shock and awe struck as among the poor unfortunate souls of the animals heads beside these were a woman's head placed upon it was a witch's head;the other was that of a man displaying his vampiric fangs, I turned to run ;upon my husband s face was a maniac smile as he raised the axe through my head. The last few words I heard were now I have a human being to add to my collection as he cracked in his insanity "
The shadow host moves to the next guset sitter a Mr Arcularis.
Mr Arcularis begins to relate his tale.
" On was on a voyage to Europe from America to journey to my new employment as Professor at Cambridge in England.
I learnt by speaking to the motley crew to pass the time on board was a corpse bound for Ireland.
My ship became fogbound and the captain ordered the dropping of theach anchor due to the surrounding iceberg s.
I began to sleepwalk on the deck among the stars above the dense fog and I felt constantly cold.
On these sleepwalks I began to meet people people who I knew a woman in met in hospital; my father .
I come across a clergyman playing chess each piece on the board looking like someone I had known.
I hear music of moans of the dead over and over again.
The clergyman looks my and asks if I am enjoying this trip of the walking dead"
The shadow figure moves to the next guest seated.
Andrew relates his tale.
"I am am a music publisher who took my partner to the seaside town resort called Beverston where due to my years of suppressed hatred I killed my partner.
I am arrested and found guilty of murder.
I sit in my cell awaiting my appointed hour of my execution .
I let my mind create an alternative reality in which I have taken writing my memoirs of my colonial service.
As the Governor I am required as my last post to open a railway station in Beverston.At the cutting of the ribbon is set the figure of my former partner as he rushes towards me at full speed forcing me into the path of the oncoming train."
The shadow figure turns to the next guest seated.
My name is Oscar and am a renowned concert violinist and he began to relate his tale.
"I found I needed the services of a manicurist to keep my nails in trim for holding of the strings.
I found I was irresistibly drawn to my Manicirists and we become lovers .
She became pregnant and my fingers became infected and started to rot one by one then this spread to my body until I was just a withered cadaver. My Manicurist baby was born and crawled to my former self and openetrating it's tiny mouth to reveal sharp razor teeth then it set about eating me"
The shadow figure turns to the next guest.
My name is Amelia and this is my tale.
"Whilst on my honeymoon with my new husband; we went for a walk along the Yorkshire moors and due to a snowstorm.
Luckily we came upon a mail coach and it's passengers which stopped and offered us a ride back .
We got chatting among the other four occupants of the mail coach to pass the time .
One of the four passengers then related a tale of an mail coach accident nine years ago to this date in which all six people on board and the driver were killed.
The coach is said to be heard in the night on its journey with its lost souls destined never to be able to leave this mortal coil"
The shadow figure turns to the next guest.
My name is Stanley and I am a food critic.
"I was invited to try out the latest new restaurant in town Sbirros .
The restaurant s amberance was not pretentious and the food on the whole was irresistible and the clientele seemed very select.
The house speciality was a dish named Namuh and was said by the waiter is the most delicious meal created and best served rare .
I was intergued so I ordered this special as a treat and before I could finish typing up my five star revue I was bashed over the head .
I awoke strapped to a table unable to move or talk ;it then heard Dinner is served"
The shadow figure turns to the next guest.
My name is August and I am an artist and this is my tale.
"I was sitting in the court room as part of my job to do a portrait of the accursed.
This was a stifling hot summer s day and it was a long day as the case of the man who was on trial was difficult .
The jury as well as myself were required to visit the man on trail monumental mason to see his work s .
Sitting in the library are a series of gravestone s and one of these had my name inscribed on it .
I was shaking and shocked and subconsciously shouted out how can that be I here alive.
The accused man just smile so manically at me and says he has been haunted by the voices in his head who tell him to to prepare gravestones for the next ones to die in his collection.
In a deserted court room sits the decomposing cadavers of all the people who attended the trail of a man proudly putting them on display for the dark tourists"
The shadow figure turns to the next guest.
My name is Laski and I am unsure why I am at this table for my tale is of Sacrifice.
"I belonged to a Renaissance Satanist group who believed that 2020 is the time that our master will rise .
To make this possible I with several other s drove to the nearest highest tower and climbed it's winding narrow steps and then jumped falling to the ground with my brains spattered "
The shadow figure turns to his next guest.
My name is Waddell and this is my tale.
"I was on holiday at Southend _on_Sea when I decided to walk along its once world record holding pier .
I walked slowly for its a mile long and I stopped at the end to admire the scenery when I suddenly slipped and fell under a girder .
I saw a little girl and asked her to seek help but she just swims towards me and as she approachs her mouth expands and I feel the saliva from the inside of it as my head is bitten off .
I was the latest in line of the little girl eater "
The shadow figure turns to his very last guest s.
My name is Edith and this is my tale.
"Me and my husband thought it be kinda cool to move into a grand dilapidated Dorset house hopeful on meeting a nice friendly ghost town brag about at our lavish social gathering s .
But for months and months not a murmur or a creak was heard ;we fault the concept of the paranormal experience was just nonsense.
Then one night we heard footsteps and our door knob rattling.
I send my begunted husband who I had awoken from a deep slumber to see who or what was trying to in.
But when he opened the door nobody was thier.
This carried on for months until it suddenly stopped.
We heard the roar of some strange machine from downstairs so we went down to invesigate and saw a lady dressed in a white shirt and black shirt .
I went over to ask who she was but as I got close enough I walked right though her as if I were a ghost.
I was bewildered and found this most beguiling until out of the corner of my eye I spotted a plaque on a door I swear was the room is had just departed from.
I stepped a little closer to read what the plaque said .
Ladies and Gentlemen this room is believed to be haunted by the spirit s of Edith ando Marcus Smith who died when caught in the great fire of 1820 ;their servants tried to rescue them but the door was locked from the inside "
The shadow figure let's out a almighty howl and removes his cowl to reveal a figure dressed in a werewolf mask with a silver topped cane by his side.
He turns to you the reader and says
"Well my fiends I hope you enjoyed our tales from the crypt tonight I hope to here yours very soon ".
The haunted music plays ;the scene is closed for Horror Theatre.
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