Along the path dark hooves did fly, a hollow sound gone passing by to all the ears of mortal men -- who would not see or hear again. "Prepare yourselves, the time is nigh! From the forest, I ride high upon my dreadful steed of black whose shriek shall let the damned come back." So rose the dead from once-filled tombs, and thus the town to sheltered rooms within their houses safe and sound, yet the horseman knew where they'd be found. "The shades and flames are rising fast! None shall flee from Fate's dark grasp!" What shall happen on this night? Who will live... or die of fright?