“ORIGINS OF EVIL”

“On with the action now, I’ll strip your pride.

I’ll spread your blood around, I’ll see you writhe.

Your face is scarred with steel, wounds deep and neat.

Like a double dozen before you, smells so sweet.

Am I Evil? Yes, I am. Am I Evil? I am, man.”

– Metallica, Am I Evil?

Before Evil Had a Name, It had a Beginning!

Long before the monsters. Before the witches danced under the stars, before wolves howled at the cursed moons, before the dead refused to stay dead…

There was a woman.

A daughter of Eden.

Claimed by the Serpent.

Forgotten by Heaven.

She was born from the same clay as Eve but the clay was tainted by the murdered blood of Abel. Where Eve chose shame, this daughter chose hate. As paradise burned behind her, she wandered the wilderness with eyes like coals and a voice that made even angels weep. She walked east through the ancient world, across desert sands, past Nimrod’s ruined Tower, through forgotten empires ruined by flood, until, finally, she found her throne at the birthplace of modern myth itself — Egypt.

There, she did not bow to gods. Instead, she made them. 

She called herself Nephthys—but the world would know her as The Queen of Night.

She drank the venom from the mouth of the Serpent and became immortal. She seduced kings, devoured priests, and corrupted prophets.

And then she created…Not life…But life’s antithesis…Unlife.

She was The First.

From her bite, she turned her slaves into gods, immortal beings of hatred and flesh and nightmare. The Egyptians would mistakenly worship them as divine— Anubis, Bastet, Horus, Sobek—but they were monsters, children forged in their Queen’s image. The first vampires, jackal-headed and bloodthirsty, sat upon thrones of bone at the dawn of civilization.

They didn’t guide humanity… they fed upon it.

So was the origins of her evil…

From her womb came the witches, those who danced naked in moonlight and whispered secrets to the dead.

From her blood came the beast-men, infected with rage and a savage animal appetite!

From her soul came the curse of undeath—those whose flesh rotted but whose hatred lived on.

Every ancient horror, every myth, every whisper in the dark can be traced back to her.

And her creation didn’t end with monsters! No, she passed her curse into the very minds of men. She is the voice that whispers into the ears of butchers and madmen. She told them to pick up the knife. To wear the mask. To never stop the slaughter. The slashers, the serial killers, the maniacal clowns, the cannibals, the child-snatchers— all of them share her voice, her instinct, her calling.

And yet… her work was unfinished.

For her greatest creation—the one that makes us fear the space beneath the bed and the deepest black of a child’s closet…this monster was weaved from pure darkness. Not flesh. Not spirit. Something worse. Something hateful.

When Nepthys realized the world would no longer fear gods or beasts… and the the power of their science held back the dark with its artificial light, she made something that the world would never stop fearing…

She made The Boogeyman.

A creature born not of body but of shadow, formed in that empty space between light and night. A being that doesn’t kill with claws, but with terror. He crawls through closets. Slithers beneath beds. Watches from the darkness with eyes that aren’t there.

He is the echo of every child’s scream. He is the chill when the lights go out. The invisible hand that brushes your ankle as you walk up the basement stairs. He snatches the children not just their bodies, but their dreams, their joy, their souls. And he devours it all! 

Now, the Queen of Night has come to New Orleans. And she has chosen the Mortuary as her throne. Within these walls, her children gather—the hateful dead, witches, beasts, vampires, killers, and clowns.

And she waits for you. Because she Knows What Scares You.

Every scream has a source.

Every fear has a root.

Before the legends, before the creatures, before horror had a name…

She was there!

The Queen of Night

And Her’s is the Origin of Evil

And Her name means Death!

Before Evil Had a Name, It had a Beginning!

And this is HER Story…

The Mortuary Haunted House presents

The Origins of Evil!

We Know What Scares You!!