"'Tis the season to be creepy...fa la la la la, la la ah AAAAAAAH!"
Today finds me in Templeton Cove, looking for their haunt. It's not clearly marked from the port-in point.
I guess it's over this direction?
Ah, there it is. Just past this tree.
Oh, that's adorable. They're dancing.
Hmm, a nursery without spectral children and cribs? Just blocks and a hobby horse, and one abandoned doll. How odd.
Still tired of seeing this particular ripped mesh statue all over the grid this year, but at least this pose suits the setting--she's sitting, watching spirit orbs fly out the window while whatever's trapped in the mirror tries to get her attention.
And not only is there a body on the bed, not only is it wrapped in spidersilk, but there's not a trace of arachnid activity in the rest of the room. Now that's creepy.
(Continued in part two.)