There is a place where you never want to find yourself. The few who have escaped tell of its horrors. A madman occupies its halls.
Stephen Methuselah grew up privileged in a wealthy English family.
Stephen shunned tradition after graduation. Using his inheritance, Stephen constructed an institute for advanced research.
At first, the medical establishment hailed his work. Later, reports of unorthodox treatments began leaking from the institute.
The Royal Academy of Physicians summoned the doctor for disciplinary action. They discovered that one of his patients had three heads.
“Fools,” screamed the doctor, “You have no idea the progress I am making in organ transplants. Soon, I will be able to reanimate the dying and dead with my methods,” cried the doctor.
This information was all the broad needed to hear. Methuselah lost his medical license, and his institute closed.
Alone in his great halls, madness overwhelmed the man. Through nefarious means, Methuselah was once again pushing the boundaries of science.
Villagers began to disappear without a trace, and weeks later, they reappeared. “What do you mean I’ve been gone three weeks, nonsense,” many would claim.
The loved ones knew something was different about them but couldn’t quite put their finger on it. “Roger never took sugar in his tea before.” “Samual always combed his hair left to right. Now it’s right to left,” said the wives.
As Samhain approached, those abducted began to show more quirks in their behavior. Robert Clause killed a wild dog with his bare hands; he later claimed it had attacked him.
Horrifying behaviors lead to rumors of witchcraft throughout the countryside.
“I will not allow my flock to fall back into the dark ages. They cannot start burning innocent folks because of odd rumors,” the vicar said.
Samhain was to be a full moon, and folks already nervous shuttered windows and locked their doors. “Old Nick is coming to gather in his dues,” many said.
An eerie light emanated from the institute’s tower when the moon reached its zenith.
The disappeared were transformed into beasts of extraordinary power and viciousness.
The report claimed that wild dogs had wiped out the village of Dunshire. These dogs had been living in the abandoned institute.
The Royal inquest recommended the destruction of the institute. Fearing that toxic substances were on the premises. Stephen Methusala was never seen again.
Rumor has it that a monster now roams the mountains of Transylvania.
This monster resembles those transformed on Samhain. The beast wreaks havoc upon local towns, and there seems no way to stop it.
The Royal Academy claims sensational rumors are to blame and nothing more.
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