Some stories are told in the warm light of a merry summer afternoon with echoes of friendly laughter or a single tear shed in compassionate sorrow.
These are not those stories.
These are tales only whispered of when the sun has set and darkness has descended on the land. Tales told gathered round a warm fire for protection and comfort against the chill of their contents.
A deal with the devil. A doomed expedition. The restless dead. Cursed objects. Cosmic horrors beyond mortal comprehension from the depths of the oceans and distant realities. Some will make you shudder. Some will make you think. Some will leave you afraid. Some will leave you contemplating the frailty of existence. These are no ordinary tales, these are