-- Go here to play Halloween Hangman, complete with a skeleton who hurls insults at you.
-- Go here to play The Creature Must Die!, the game in which you become Victor Frankenstein. Your goal is to bring the creature to life by harnessing the power of lightning to charge your machines and give three jolts of life-generating electricity to the creature. But you must first get a brain for the creature -- and you must do all of this while defending your laboratory against a mob of angry villagers.
-- Go here to use the Goth-O-Matic Poetry Generator and create your eerie masterpiece. You have your choice of darkly Gothic poem styles: Supernatural Violence and Horror, Feeling Very Sorry for Yourself, Fear of Religious Persecution, Eternal Love of Vampires, and The Black Abyss of Righteous Hatred. What's not to love?
I hope you enjoy the Text of the Day!
Hortense Flexner King (1885-1973)
You heap the logs and try to fill
The little room with words and cheer,
But silent feet are on the hill,
Across the window veiled eyes peer.
The hosts of lovers, young in death,
Go seeking down the world to-night,
Remembering faces, warmth and breath—
And they shall seek till it is light.
Then let the white-flaked logs burn low,
Lest those who drift before the storm
See gladness on our hearth and know
There is no flame can make them warm.