HOUSE OF EVIL
No one goes near the place. It stands in the shadows...dark, crumbling, and forbidding. At night, smoke curls from beneath its doors, and an old man toils in secret.
ROOM OF TERROR
Inside, something is moving...tongues of luminous color lap against the glass...coiling and curling...begging to be released.
DEVIL'S WORK
The old man stands before his creation. Silently he tends the fires that feed it...waiting for the right moment to unleash its power upon the world.
