Every community has a house of legend, a place that spawns lore as dark as its shrouded history.  It’s the place that the children instinctively fear, and that the adults whisper about in hushed circles.  It’s the place that everyone knows, but no one knows.

Here stands such a house, a brooding sentinel behind gated walls that may exist both to keep strangers out, and to keep strangeness in.  This once elegant estate now serves as a refuge to darkness, playing host to all manner of wicked deeds and denizens.  The malevolent energy here breathes life into the structure itself, and bleeds its inky presence out into the surrounding landscape.

This is a place that reminds us that inside its gates, there is no escaping the Reaper’s blade, as the gaze of the Specter of Death comes from all four directions.  The House of Four Scythes.

Sometimes evil can leave a lasting stain. Sometimes a place welcomes it...