The end justifies the means.
You Dont Pick Them, They Pick You!
Something terrifying just arrived at your doorstep...
They must take what is rightfully theirs...You.
Just one kiss... to pass the curse!
They ditched the prom for a private party. Now it's their last dance.
They're more than dead!
You can't escape your darkest fear
Beware. The spare parts may be your own
Every Face Is A Work Of Art
When The Night Belongs To The Devil, The Party Goes To Hell.
Love Kills
The final act is murder.
F*ck space.
Fear what hides in the shadows
It wasn't supposed to escape.