The scene was reletively calm in the tiny, central Iowan ghost town. Decayed ruins of homes and stores stood amidst a grave yard of fallen brick and shattered glass; streets were littered with broken down cars, and a few mangled bodies hung from their windows or lay in the roads. The sun was beginning its decent into the deepening ocean of green. Long shadows crept and entwined like vines growing with each passing moment. Suddenly a stir rushed the nesting crows from their trees at the southern side of what used to be Stone Hill. A smear of elongated black that walked like a quadraped on four spindley limbs moved from the dusky forest. It drew ever closer to the remnants, lethargic and unwilling it seemed. It's long strides were enough to carry it at a decent clip, and once it had moved into the fall of light along the earth a grotesque beast was revealed. It's down cast head bobbed, though it's eyes remained hidden beneath a course mop of dirty black hair; the ends of which led to a gaping and bubbling mouth from which poured a waterfall of crimson. The monstrosity was pale and emaciated appearing, towering at a grand height of ten feet upon clawed hands and feet, and moved with an almost dizzy waver whilst the skin of its back produced massive pustules bursting open to release a noxious fume. Bits of bone and a thick yellow substance followed suit. It was far from graceful and even further from normal with its disturbing serape of knotted spines decorated with soft tissues and bone chimes alike; a surprisingly gross accent to tattered black hakama around its legs that served as unlikely solace from the rest of the thing. Flaps of skin and chunks of muscle hung splashing against each other; clapping a nasty encore to the sweet melody of disturbia. Rotting sleeves of winding entrails circled down along the creature's arms; these adorned with lungs, kidney's, livers and other various internals that met the ground with a sickening, wet splat. From time to time what bits of fat hadn't already decomposed fell away to land within gathering pools of red and roll up like slimy slugs, only to be brushed away by the slow drag of gnarled feet in movement. It moved onward passing between what was left of other old residents upon their sharp, iron perches. Bodies strewn here and there with only the companionship of beatles scuttling over top a bed of feasting maggots. Birds had taken the time to pluck eyes and tongues leaving empty canyons where these invertebrate vagrants squatted. Skin was peeled from the meat in the past rains and limbs stuck out in unnatural positions exposing jagged, sun bleached ends while teeth, and even whole jaws, had dropped off of the skulls. The horrific image was surprisingly lost to the outside world in the towns reletive placement to nowhere. Legend told that those who saw the bloodied scarecrows were destined to die; haunted into insanity that more often than not led to a suicide. Yet in spite of all the destruction the towns church held firm; it's bell even worked and still summoned the beasts of the deep black to its door step. It halted now with an unsure sway when slowly its head rose. It's mouth opened to inhuman proportions like a snake swallowing something twice its size, and from its sunken chest lept a piercing, banshee scream cracked and choked with flowing red liquid. The Mayor of Gorror town had called upon those that knew only the embrace of shadow to gather for a party. From every corner of the shadows reach he beckoned the grotesque monsters. Yet what was the purpose? A macabre soiree of the most detestible machinations of the mind woven from fear, envy, violence and their ilk. Yet something seemed to boil beneath the pallid surface of the creature's stomach, like a floating tumor ready to burst. No. Not yet. It had to wait until the guests had arrived to file into the hollow church. Oh how the mayor loved surprises. There was to be much dark merriment; the cackle of witches and ghouls, the scream of tormented and deformed entities a grand symphony of convergence where, like ink on paper, shadows danced amid gore with unrepressed glee. Come one, come all too this unholy affair.