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...
