Good evening... I bid you a depressing and morose twilight. I am Dr. Deadly, curator of this Hibernaculum. High in the hills of the Mortal Pit, I bring you frights…chills…the Uncertain! Ah, hahahahah!

Each week, TV viewers tune into my estate as I dispense classic horror movies and ageless sc-fi tales. With the help of my cycloptic assistant Stavros, I bring from the darkened crawl spaces of time cinematic treasures not presented in eons. Creeper classic like Lugosi’s Scared To Death, Karloff’s The Ghoul, and Price’s Last Man On Earth are uncrated and put on exhibit: Sacrificial offerings to the cinematic gods.

But the drama does not stop there! Throughout my darkened abode are the inhabitants that manifest the shadows at Theatre of Horrors. I frequently find myself in league with the 3 witches Cadmia, Cerullea, Beryllia… and their hellish master. At certain times of the year, the werewolf Galen is called upon to assist in controlling the inhabitants of the nearby hamlet! Then there’s my protégé and surgical theater performer, Nurse Septis. Her medical license was revoked on the Russian Front, only reinstated years later while living in South America. Or perhaps you’ve encountered Doug Earthman, the groundskeeper…body snatcher…and dope fiend! These and many other dark prescriptions provide for lethal complications and mayhem within the shadows of my Theatre of Horrors.

If you choose to venture forward, just remember: Keep your shades drawn at night, and your doors locked tight. Ah, hahahahaha!