Warped Wing CreepShow

When night falls, spirits rise. A ghostly figure, a redheaded woman, drifts the city tracks, eternally lost. The anguish of the departed, a man who impaled himself on an orchestra pit chair, chills a historic theater. Forlorn howls and scraping claws-wolves, buried with their owner, alive-seep from a nearby mausoleum. CreepShow Smoked Porter. Smoky. Malty. Dark as Dayton without a moon.