“If you close your eyes, it will not see you. If you hold your breath, it will not feel you. If you show no fear, it will not take you.” – Nikola H.P. Crowley
Something… eerie… has befallen Connecticut. It is a structure made of brick and wood, where the walls crack and splinter with a painful howl. The town folk call it CREEPERUM, an emporium of the bizarre.
Most recently it is the workshop and lab of Nikola H.P. Crowley. Inventor. Writer. Occultist.
On the night of All Hallows Eve, a chant emanated from CREEPERUM. Terrifying shrieks ripped through walls and shattered windows. The cries engulfed the town, sending trick-or-treaters rushing to the safety of their homes.
After that evening, Nikola was never seen again. Yet a creature not quite human or alive stalks the arteries of his residence. Its gaze will pull you deeper into the pits of CREEPERUM, where flesh is torn until the soul is swallowed.
The creature has a name, but once spoken, it will find you.
Do you dare enter CREEPERUM and face the horrors within? Will you come face to face with the wicked creature I have yet to name?
CREEPERUM is waiting for you…