When hinges creak in doorless chambers and strange and frightening sounds echo through the halls, whenever candle lights flicker where the air is deathly still, that is the time when ghosts are present, practicing their terror with ghoulish delight.
Darkness has fallen across 12 Bottle Bar – some supernatural presence has taken hold, filling it with hellfire and brimstone. Our dear “12” has become our dearly departed, replaced by that most evil and untrustworthy of numbers: “13”. Is it a mere coincidence that today marks the beginning of the 13 Days of Halloween? It seems not.
The ethereal spirits have infiltrated our liquid spirits and are manipulating them in ways of which we dare not speak. What might they have in store? Perhaps a blood-curdling collection of creepy concoctions and perfidiously petrifying punches worthy of even the most hellacious of haunted houses.
It appears there is no turning back. By the pricking of my thumbs, something wicked this way comes.
Indeed, something wicked is already here.