Necropolis
The wind is high, and as cold and harsh as iron. Somewhere far, far away, someone screams. The moon bleeds red onto the distant horizon.
Welcome to my Necropolis, a varied collection of whatever eerie, macabre, gruesome, ominous or ghastly items I pick up around the site. Feel welcome to peruse, but 'ware the stinging ivy, and don't come too close. The walls have eyes.