This old funeral home sits at the end of a deserted road, cloaked in darkness ev

This old funeral home sits at the end of a deserted road, cloaked in darkness even during the day. The front room is filled with empty coffins, each lid slightly ajar, as if waiting for their next occupant. In the embalming room, tools lie scattered, covered in dried, blackened blood. The faint, metallic scent of formaldehyde hangs in the air, and shadowy figures seem to flit at the edge of your vision. Old, unclaimed urns line the shelves, each inscribed with strange runes that hum softly in the stillness. The faint sound of mournful organ music drifts through the halls, even though no one is playing. Do you have the courage to spend a night among the restless dead?