You have arrived just as the lanterns are being lit and the veil between your world and ours begins to thin. An excellent time to visit the Mystical Caravan—though perhaps not the wisest.

I am Quarles, your host, narrator, and exceedingly handsome raven.

Within this caravan rests a collection of cursed relics, restless spirits, and objects whose previous owners demonstrated a regrettable lack of judgment.

Each night, from now until All Hallows’ Eve, a new tale will be revealed.

Some may amuse you. Others may unsettle you. A few might even teach you something, though we shall try not to make that too painful.

So gather close, keep your hands away from anything that whispers your name, and listen carefully.

The caravan has opened its doors.

And our first tale is about to begin.