You peer into the eyes of an old scarecrow... a chill splinters throughout your body... you quickly gather yourself and glance to your left down an ominous looking road.
A piercing moon hangs in the still of the night... the cold air brushes its' icy fingers across your throat. You step quickly down the deserted street... your footsteps echo in the darkness... something creaks in the distance. You reach the front of the house and walk to the old mansion gate...
You grasp at the cold iron bars of the mansion gate. A sense of evilness lingers about you as your fingers slip across the old moss covered entrance... Suddenly, a foreboding voice shatters the silence of the night... "You have stumbled upon an evil place mortal... welcome to terror at its finest... welcome to Igor's Fright Shack... please proceed to the door and rap three times... are you ready to begin a journey into your worst nightmare...?" The frightening laughter of the voice echoes in your ears... should you step inside...?
