Greetings, my delightful, frightful fiends! 'Tis the season for a chilling tale that will freeze your blood with festive cheer. So gather round while I spin another yuletide yarn: 'Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the house, not a creature was stirring, expect for our little friend here. And, of course, whatever's waiting for him at the bottom of those stairs.

What could it be do you think? A dolly that stabs out your eyes? An exploding Jack-in-the-Box? A possessed idol from some dark, lost island? His very own copy of the dread grimoire De Vermis Mysteriis? Wouldn't you like to know? Well, there's only one way to find out: keep showing up, keep turning pages, and keep holding your breath for the next issue of Strange Feastings.