In Nightmare Island the doors on the houses are made of dusty yellow bones.

The windows are shimmering with cobwebs.
It is always night here.

There are grey stray werewolves roaming the streets with saliva
dripping from their hungry jaws; ready to pounce at any time.

Dark shadows chasing people around the misty, spooky, creepy graveyards.

Ruby red blood leaking from the eyes of the freaky zombies.

Dark green slimy basilisks slither around you, waiting for the
right moment to KILL.

Big groups of black spiders form around your feet.
The smell of smoke fills the air;
People may think it’s just a nightmare. But it’s not. It’s real.