The Wishing Well
A tragic scenario as old as death itself. Behold the spirit of Prudence Batchelder, as her diaphanous form rises to greet the bones of Edward Archibald, her lover. They both dwelt and toiled mercilessly on the Manor – until they were dispatched in a fit of pointless rage by the Ninth Lord Gravestone. He lamented his haste, for they toiled with less whimpering and submerged rage then many of the other residents of the Manor. The Lord allows them to play out the painful reality of their eternally unrequited love.
They pose little threat, enraptured as they are.
The Whispering Garden
Ariadne Leticia Angelica Gravestone was a lively slip of a girl – beautiful, charming, with a voice rivaling the angels. Unfortunately she was infected with a virulent strain of the virus Vampiricella Vampiricellus at the age of 17. She attached nearly all of the peasants and villeins on the Manor until her father, the Eleventh Lord Gravestone, retained the services of a powerful witch who cast a spell confining her to her garden. If you listen closely you many be able to hear the weak, baleful cries of her long-frustrated bloodlust. She occasionally conserves enough energy to spring towards the unfortunate passerby.
Caution is advised; best to remain at a safe distance.
The Nuclear Family
The Gravestones have always been independent-minded patrons of the sciences, and their efforts resulted in the development of low-yield neutron bombs well before the U.S. Government. Neutron bombs are the friendly cousin of the H-Bomb, clearing out troublesome humans while leaving structures, furniture, small appliances, and what-not in ship shape. As you can see, the project was a great success. If they could talk we’re sure the Martinsons would agree
Avoid the contaminated soil.
The Six Sisters/The Dead Forest
The Six Sisters have “lived” on the Manor longer than anyone can remember – longer even than the Gravestones themselves. They appear completely oblivious to the goings-on in their surroundings, existing in between planes of reality. Flocks of crows hover nearby, mesmerized by their presence. The Sisters lurk behind The Whispering Garden and The Wishing Well. It is believed that their presence transfixes that which surrounds them in an intermediate state as they channel psychic forces hard for mortals to understand.
Powerful psychic field. Prudence suggests that it not be disturbed.
J. Grisly & Sons Spare Parts
J. Grisly & Sons Spare Parts have been selling gently used body parts from their stand on the edge of the property since the 1840s. An oxcart delivers fresh stock in the dead of night. Limbs, extremities, organs of all types, the Grislys have developed a loyal customer base. They even carry child sizes! While genuinely friendly shopkeepers, they have been known to slit the throat of pilferers and thieves – as well as they unwary patron if demand is high.
A wary attitude is advised.
The Grove of the Ancestors
Here lie the bones of a great and horrible family, one whose history is filled with blood and death. Devoutly devoid of scruples, they began as mercenaries, never particular about the causes they fought for. The Gravestone family motto is “Mahemium et Chaos” (“Mayhem and Chaos”), principles which they have always clung to.
Tread not upon these graves, for they are sacred, terrible, and enchanted.
The Last Dead Letter Office
In olden days there was a bin or a box at the local post office referred to as the “Dead Letter Office.” If, after every effort was made to identify its recipient, a letter was undeliverable, it would be filed in the “office” in case anyone ever came to claim it. This is the last fading echo of those former times, staffed by the restless souls of long-deceased postal workers eternally striving to complete their task. Are they cursed or admirably dedicated? Not even the Gravestones are certain.
Generally safe, although they may bite if disturbed.
CreepyLand
CreepyLand is an amusement park visited by numerous disembodied baby dolls. Yes, they are doll heads, and yet they live! Two major features are The Juggler, a haunted ferris wheel, and The Head Spinner, a swing ride favored by the adventurous ones. Condemned long ago, unsafe for the average human, these rides spin along in their ghostly fashion, granting a modicum of fun and pleasure to the doll heads who have left their troublesome bodies behind. Visit the ticket booth if you yourself want to ride, although it may be necessary to make some slight modifications to your physique if you’d like to join the fun.
Beware: if you catch the fancy of one of the riders your dreams may be haunted forever.