A crow swoops through the sky, and lands on your windowsill. It knocks six times and then sets a tattered, blood stained envelope down. After sitting there for a while, he soared off.

Curious, you opened your window and took the letter out of the unsettling envelope that smelt of blood and mildew.

Dear whom it may appeal to,
I am hosting a party at the abandoned house down the street. If you enjoy some tales by candlelight, please do make an appearance if you are at all interested. Feel free to bring pillows, blankets, or stuffed animals. To get there, follow the dark road with five lights, or follow the blood trail from the park to the countryside. I am thrilled to be having you.
Sincerely,
                ~Your Host, Marybeth