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Whispers

When a Spectral glove points an empty, ghostly finger at the guilty and the doomed...

When amphibious vampires slither and writhe at the exhilarating scent of fresh blood...

When a withered nameless crone administers her foul caress in the name of unholy seduction...

When half-dead monstrosities rise up from subterranean depths in search of sacrificial flesh...

THEN THE MIDNIGHT HOUR IS UPON US.

WHEN WHISPERS TURN INTO SCREAMS...