On Halloween night, while you were trick-or-treating and merrymaking with friends and family, She watched you in silence.
You kept a lookout for Her in every darkened corner, but She was already ten steps ahead.
You heard whispers that She has a billion eyes under every bed and in every closet; Her maw is filled with jagged rows of razor-sharp teeth.
Her howl is a primal curse bellowed from the deepest pits of eternity.
When the clock struck midnight on All Hallows’ Eve, you sighed in relief as you removed the talismans of protection you bought from that cloaked stranger in a smoke-filled tavern.
But the stranger neglected to warn you: Her power doesn’t diminish beyond the borders of Halloween.
No. Her multi-tentacled silhouette is at its most dangerous during the darkest months and in the coldest shadows.
All of Her previous victims have been long devoured. Yours is the final soul inscribed upon Her ancient tongues.
Be wary, and keep your loved ones close.
Because now, all She wants for Christmas...
...is you.
