“When the mirror cracks and the hour bleeds fast,the first shall wake, the last be last.
For stories end where nightmares pass —
when He Who Waits steps through the glass.”
— Unknown Author
For over 150 years, The Mortuary has been known as The House That Fear Built… a house of endings, a place where lives end, eyes shut, and stories come to a close. But some stories do not end.
Twenty years ago, while the Mortuary was being rebuilt, Lord Ravencroft unearthed an impossible artifact… a Colossal Mirror, veined with Black Mercury, framed in a Spiral of Petrified Shell. Its Surface rippled like Living Water, almost as a Creature Breathing. As if Something were Alive just beyond the Looking Glass.
T’al Suggoth
He Who Waits.
The Primordial Prince.
Father of Broken Realities.
The Eldest Eye.
Long before fairy tales were written, they were remembered. The princesses and monsters, the witches and wolves — they weren’t inventions of fantasy. They were echoes of the beings glimpsed beyond the mirror.
Long before books, before kingdoms, before language — early minds glimpsed His silhouette curling behind water, behind fire, behind dream.
Deep in the Reflected Realm, they saw His tentacles carving paths through the sky.
They felt His eye watching them through obsidian pools as He remembered.
Unable to comprehend, they did the only thing a fragile mind could:
They turned their fear into stories.
Fairy tales were not fantasies — they were ancient eyewitness accounts, sanitized and softened for survival.
Each story told was a way to make the unspeakable seem safe
Kings, queens, pirates, mermaids,—
All warnings disguised as stories.
Every incarnation of The Mortuary — every theme — was not random, but a memory resurfacing.
We thought the haunt was fiction.
But, no! It is a prophecy of things to come…vision of realities that are now being realized.
In this 20th year of the Mortuary’s making,
The mirror has cracked!
Lovecraft’s non-fiction.
Wonderland distortions of Murder and Rage.
Grimm forests that reek of Rot and Rhyme.
Neverland tides that carry the damned back to Unlife.
The past incarnations of The Mortuary have also awakened:
The ghosts of themes gone by return as warped echoes — icons resurrected, rewritten, reformed.
All of them, Dark Realities from figments of an Ancient, Alien Mind. And now these Figments are Returning from the Other Side of the Looking Glass.
The Broken Mirror Breathes Anguish and Despair into the Old Tales and Brings them to an Abomination of Life
The more we imagine, the closer He comes.
The more we fear, the faster He awakens.
The Stories we told to Make the Darkness Small have instead Made the Blackness Vast.
The Eye Opens. The Tale Continues.
Now The Mortuary is no longer just a haunted place —
it is a Doorway.
A place where Story, Memory, and Nightmare merge into one Spiraling Truth:
We did not Create Monsters.
The Monsters Created Us.
We are Characters in a Tale Older than Time,
and the Storyteller has returned.
It feeds the Return!
And He Who Waits has been Waiting Long Enough.
