With so many souls ripe for the taking, The Collector created an army of minions to help him harvest their bones and build his army of demons. Now, his minions scuttle about the dark corners salivating for the flesh of the wicked and virtuous to feed their master's unholy appetite and build an army of underworld creatures ready to crawl out of the earth and feast on us all

Dave was once the kind caretaker of freaks Cemetery, devoted to honoring the dead and comforting the grieving. One stormy night, a supernatural bolt of lightning struck him, opening a dark fissure in the earth and swallowing him whole. Thought to be lost, Dave returned as “Mega Dave”—a monstrous, reanimated version of himself powered by dark energy and restless spirits. Now a terrifying figure with glowing eyes and a guttural growl, he roams the graveyard he once protected, driving off intruders and seeking vengeance as a cursed guardian of the dead. 

The Harvester is rising from the fields. He’s crawling out from beneath the rotting pumpkins and dragging his claws through the soil soaked with forgotten screams. The Harvester is the rustling in the corn when there’s no wind, the figure you see standing scarecrow-still at the edge of the road—but gone when you look again. He’s watching you from the tree line, hunched in the tall grass, waiting for the last leaf to fall.

He creaks like a barn door in a thunderstorm. He breathes through hollow vines. He stares with eyes like dying embers. And above all… The Harvester is coming for you.

He doesn’t just want your soul—he wants the harvest it grew from. Your regrets, your guilt, your buried secrets. He pulls them up like weeds, one by one, and feeds them to the fire in his chest. The Harvester doesn’t knock. He doesn’t call. When your time comes, you’ll hear the scraping of rusted tools… and then silence.

Because the harvest never ends. And neither does he.

Every grave needs a marker, but in this cursed cemetery, the tombstones sprouted into gourds. The Guardian rose from the soil to protect them—half-pumpkin, half-wraith, glowing with the fire of the souls buried beneath. Each pumpkin in the patch isn’t grown from seeds, but from the bodies of the dead, and the Guardian makes sure no spirit escapes his harvest.

Most of us know the old rhyme, "Step on a crack, break your mother's back." Bonnie was once a little human who loved to play this game, avoiding the cracks. Until one day she decided to walk on them deliberately and defiantly. As she stomped on the second crack, Bonnie’s back immediately snapped and made hideous crackling sounds! She lost control of her limbs and suddenly became ravenous for blood. She passed a nearby glass window and was mortified that she had turned into a vampire! Sharpened teeth, no heartbeat, even her fingernails seemed to have suddenly lengthened in mere seconds! If you happen to see Bonnie stomping on sidewalk cracks, don’t make direct eye contact, she will hypnotize you to satisfy her blood thirst.

"Welcome to the underworld. This immortal creature is looking to collect as many souls as possible, and if you don’t move quickly, you may be next. The Collector can sense the slightest bit of fear from all of his onlookers, so if you dare cross his path, you may be in for a dark encounter. He’ll sneak up behind you and tower over your shoulder, just waiting for the perfect opportunity to take what he wants! You may think you can get away, but once he spots your precious soul, there is no way out. You’ll officially become a part of his beloved collection. 

Tired of getting pecked day and night by crows and bombarded by rotten fruit from passersby, The Scarecrow decided to take revenge on his creators by torturing their children one unlucky brat at a time. So now he patiently sits, armed with a tempting bowl of candy, waiting for an unsuspecting guest with a sweet tooth to reach for the bowl, but by that moment, it's already too late. One look at The Scarecrow's tormented face, and your treat becomes a torment that will leave you mad and your life a walking nightmare. 

Old man Rusty was everyone’s friend he’d have your back till the very end he’d lend a hand to help you out. He’d never complain. He’d never pout then one day Rusty changed a bit. His eyes went dark. He lost his wit instead of helping he’d sit all day. Everyone just watched him waste away he’d hold a chainsaw in his grip and if he sees you, you’re in for a trip trust us if you see him just stay away because if you don’t, there will be hell to pay

When the day turns the night and the crows starts screaming, you might find him lurking and when you find him and you will be dead. You just don’t know it yet. Wait for passerby and points and if you don’t leave soon, it’s off with your head

The Sitter of Souls was once the devoted caretaker of lost and orphaned children, while her older brother, now the Soul Slasher, was the village’s executioner. Though he wielded the blade, she cared for those left behind, ensuring their spirits found peace. But after a tragic curse befell them both, her once-kind nature was twisted into something far darker. Now, she sits eternally, cradling the souls of the children, while her brother continues to execute the living. Together, they haunt, bound by a curse that traps the souls of the innocent and guilty alike, forever in her cold, skeletal grasp. 

Victor Graves was once the proud and friendly face of the Grand Bellmore Hotel, a charming greeter who took pleasure in making guests feel welcome. But after years of biting his tongue and enduring the endless stream of rude, entitled visitors, his patience wore thin. One stormy night, a particularly cruel guest shattered his composure, and something inside him snapped. In a twisted frenzy, he turned the hotel into a house of horrors, subjecting guests to his sadistic rage. When he was finally killed in a desperate struggle, the horrors should have ended—but instead, his soul became trapped, his skeletal form cursed to float through the ruins of the hotel. Now, the Deadly Greeter still welcomes new visitors, his hollow grin hiding a deadly fate for those who dare to enter.