Thirteenth Hour

A phantom haunts the house with thirteen rooms. Each one filled with the faded shadow of memory, each one containing the twisted corpse of its master.

Save for the last, veiled in darkness. Here the phantom wreaths and twists, whispering its message of death.

The dead masters do not reply, though each acknowledges the phantom in their own way, before attending their guests. Each one knows the final hour is upon them, and soon the house will crumble and all within will perish.

In the final room, the phantom waits by the great clock; waiting for it to strike thirteen.