Wicked The dark forces of a macabre fog ensnare your ankles, gripping you and entwining you in the eternal history of this place's dark lore. The witch's very breath had given birth to this house, sprung from the deepest depths of nightmares. It is a cursed place, damned to bring ill fortune to all who wander on to its sour land. The house throbs with the layered memories of centuries of horrors, each occupant or tresspasser doomed to terror. Desperate to rid the taint of this haunted house, many tried to demolish it. They all failed, driven to madness or meeting fatal ends for their efforts. Finally, a shopping mall was built around the house, enclosing it in a concrete tomb and laying waste to the tragedies under the calming stroke of the familiar. But the evil could not be contained. The aura of the house beckons to foully-fated visitors like yourself. Something draws you there. Something not of the mortal realm.... Something.... WICKED.