It was the year 1930, the era of a Great Depression for most people, but not for the rich old recluse, Augustine Von Stradum, an eccentric who lived in the decrepit manor atop a narrow hill. The enormity of the dusky structure cast menacing shadows that seemed to engulf the impoverished village below. No villager knew Von Stradum, although a few insisted they had on occasion seen a shadowy figure peering through the windows of pawn shops and antique stores in the gloomy mist of pre-dawn. This made him a prime candidate for ghastly stories on windy nights.

One such story claimed that Augustine always wore a black top hat, although no one knew why. Another yarn declared Von Stradum so obsessed with collecting antiques and rarities from all over the world that he cared little to nothing about anything else. He only spent his riches on what one villager swore he heard Von Stradum call his "Prized Possessions". Some claimed these "Possessions" were actually wild beasts and mummies shipped in crates to his doorstep, late at night, from mysterious distant places.

As the stories about Von Stradum grew so too did the depression. Some villagers became so desperate for food and money that they held a meeting and declared that their strongest men make the dangerous journey up the hillside to the Von Stradum Manor and deplete him of his riches.

On a star-less night, 13 men set out for the manor. They endured many hardships, but nothing compared to the terror they met at Von Stradum's monstrous lawn that they soon discovered was acres and acres of cemetery. Once inside this garden of death, they encountered a ferocious black wolf whose piercing yellow eyes cut through the clouds of fog blinding those unable to avoid its ominous glare. As the villagers tuned away, the demon dog sprang at one of the men, clamped his tusk-like fangs around his neck and scampered off with his head. Other gory and deathly encounters ensued. Zombies appeared from behind tombstones strangling some while mummies sucked the brains out of others. Yet, the determined villagers moved on.

Soon, they were close enough to hear Von Stradum's incessant wild shrieks of laughter. Just before sundown, they witnessed his figure step outside the front door, turn around and exclaim: "I'm Home!" in a ear piercing squeaking metallic pitch even though everyone knew he lived alone, or did he? Then, he stepped in and slammed the door. As soon as the sun sank below the earth, he appeared again and ate dinner with one candle on a table. Only his silhouette could be seen in the distance.

By the time the villagers reached the doorstep of the Von Stradum Manor they had lost seven men. Demanding that he show himself, the remaining six pounded on the door. Suddenly, Von Stradum appeared from a window high above waiving his bony arms, his white straw-like hair whipping wildly from beneath his black hat. As the villagers looked skyward, he vanished and everything went still, except for the murky clouds that crept in front of the moon. Then suddenly, the door slowly creaked open.

Darkness swallowed the men as they stepped into the foyer. Fear gripped and pulled at their very hearts as soon as Von Stradum appeared. His diabolical eyes glowing fiercely, his expression an immutable and fanatical smile, he spoke between crazed fits of laughter: "Hello wicked ones, how nice of you to come visit. We have.. Been... expecting you………(Evil Laughter). As soon as one of the men grasped for the doorknob on his right, the door flew open and inhaled them all at once. They were never heard from again.

Over the years many people have entered (some have never returned) what is now known as Fear Manor in search of the villagers, but have only come away haunted by ghoulish visions of the dead. Some have claimed they saw a corpse wearing a similar black hat dressed in a dusty black suit laughing maniacally as his eye sockets glowed. Yet, all have attested they met an old man with sunken cheeks and black eyes wearing a black robe and red cape who claimed to be Von Stradum's butler. They state his hands are always clasped and held in front of his chest, and that he always says the same thing, "I am the butler of Von Stradum. Please come in and will I will show you where the rest are."

Yet, everyone knows that Von Stradum was a recluse and lived alone. So who is this so-called butler? Perhaps, he is one of the many ghosts said to haunt the manor. Or, maybe he is one of the forgotten villagers gone mad. Could he be one of Von Stradum's zombies trying to deceive the living? What about Von Stradum himself and the 13 men? Are they still alive somewhere within? It's time for you to decide if Fear Manor holds the key to unlocking these secrets.

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