A new moon hovers, unseen, above a thick velvet darkness that hugs the night around us. Beneath the din of a cold October wind the scent of woodsmoke and burning leaves drift lazily about the shadows.

The one house no one dares walk near even in daylight seems to call in a voice that is below a whisper, yet the message penetrates our thoughts, our fear betraying reason. Oh how the creeping silence screams. What is that bright and earthly shadow rising from the bushes, the darkness.

How can this not be a dream, a nightmare, some hallucination born of a moonless night? Halloween has never been more frightening than on SomberFright Lane, and we can scarecly remember why we ventured on this place alone.

Is someone calling? Who mocks us from the shadows? Certainly a friend plays a trick, someone intent on giving us a Halloween fright to remember always.

Then the night is suddenly alive, a dull glow rises from the shadowy places along the lane. And we are lost to the horror, bathed in a cold and frosty light that holds us fast in its clutch, forced to watch as it raises its head... and screams.


Don't forget to click "Trick or Treat on SomberFright Lane" to continue... if you dare!

Music by Midnight Syndicate. Used with permission.