The Curse has been unleashed. You don’t know what you are messing with.
Years ago, they thought they had buried it – trapped it in eternal slumber in its own unholy tomb. But some things just won’t stay asleep.
You’ve awoken the curse.
The Curse was just lying there when you found it. Flat. Still. But then you breathed life into it. You took it up, and it entangled you in its ancient gauze and fetid wrappings.
You should have known what you were messing with. You should have listened to the stories. You should have heeded the warnings. Didn’t...
There’s a shadow stalking the landscape. Gliding through the night. The Vamp is on the move.
The dead travel fast.
Anyone unfortunate enough to stumble across The Vamp’s path doesn’t stand a chance. They sense it immediately – that feeling that there is something lurking at their shoulder, about to pull them back into the shadows forever. So they run: desperate and terrified, their breathing ragged, their limbs racing. The hunt is on. But they’ll never get away.
Because the dead travel fast.
The wolves know The Vamp is out there; they’re calling for it. Baying for it. Howling their...
Yesterday it was about the speed of the descent. The thrill of the icy air. The adventure of the slopes.
Today, it’s about the march of the dead.
Is that enough adventure for you?
No one knows how it happened – but it was quick. Sure, there were the signs: an illness spreading throughout the lodge. Rumours that buses to the snowfields had stopped. One of the ski instructors went missing.
But that was then.
Now, there’s blood on the snowfields and it’s not coming out. When there’s another snowfall, the blood will soak up through to the new layer...