With so many souls ripe for the taking, The Collector created an army of minions to help him harvest their bones and build his army of demons. Now, his minions scuttle about the dark corners salivating for the flesh of the wicked and virtuous to feed their master's unholy appetite and build an army of underworld creatures ready to crawl out of the earth and feast on us al

Once a beloved porcelain doll, Moving Margaret was a cherished companion to a young girl named Margaret in the late 1800s. When the girl vanished mysteriously during a thunderstorm, the doll was left behind, its delicate face cracked and weathered. Soon after, the doll began to appear in places no one had left it, moving slowly as if searching for its lost owner. Whispers spread that Margaret’s soul had fused with the doll, cursed to wander forever in search of her family. Wherever Margaret roams, her presence brings an unsettling silence, as though the world holds its breath, waiting for her next move.

Dave was once the kind caretaker of freaks Cemetery, devoted to honoring the dead and comforting the grieving. One stormy night, a supernatural bolt of lightning struck him, opening a dark fissure in the earth and swallowing him whole. Thought to be lost, Dave returned as “Mega Dave”—a monstrous, reanimated version of himself powered by dark energy and restless spirits. Now a terrifying figure with glowing eyes and a guttural growl, he roams the graveyard he once protected, driving off intruders and seeking vengeance as a cursed guardian of the dead.

This creature ain’t clownin’ around when he puts on a show. Silent & Deadly scares the pants off everyone he crosses with his wicked machete and sinister face paint that legend has it is made from the blood of his victims. Don’t expect any laughs or wild applause when he shushes the crowd and his eerie white eyes light up red, once he starts twisting from side to side you had better find a good place to hide. When Silent & Deadly sets his sights on you, the last thing you’ll ever hear is his laughter.

The Harvester is rising from the fields. He’s crawling out from beneath the rotting pumpkins and dragging his claws through the soil soaked with forgotten screams. The Harvester is the rustling in the corn when there’s no wind, the figure you see standing scarecrow-still at the edge of the road—but gone when you look again. He’s watching you from the tree line, hunched in the tall grass, waiting for the last leaf to fall.

He creaks like a barn door in a thunderstorm. He breathes through hollow vines. He stares with eyes like dying embers. And above all… The Harvester is coming for you.

He doesn’t just want your soul—he wants the harvest it grew from. Your regrets, your guilt, your buried secrets. He pulls them up like weeds, one by one, and feeds them to the fire in his chest. The Harvester doesn’t knock. He doesn’t call. When your time comes, you’ll hear the scraping of rusted tools… and then silence.

Because the harvest never ends. And neither does he.

Years ago, someone was buried in this old graveyard and forgotten with time. No one remembers who he was or why he was laid to rest, but one night, for no clear reason, he rose from the ground. Now he just stands there—small, silent, and still—right where he came up. He doesn’t move or make a sound, but people say it feels like he’s always watching, as if he’s waiting for something… or someone.

Once a beloved child in a quiet town, Lucy was the girl everyone adored. She’d spend hours on her favorite swing, humming songs and laughing, her dark hair flowing in the wind. But one dark autumn evening, she vanished without a trace, leaving her family and friends heartbroken. Rumors spread of a cursed spirit in the woods, a girl seen swinging in the dead of night, her eyes empty and her face pale. Now, she returns every Halloween, sitting silently on her swing, as if waiting for someone to join her. Townspeople say if you listen closely, you can hear her humming the same haunting lullaby that once echoed through the village, a chilling reminder of a life stolen too soon.

Most of us know the old rhyme, "Step on a crack, break your mother's back." Bonnie was once a little human who loved to play this game, avoiding the cracks. Until one day she decided to walk on them deliberately and defiantly. As she stomped on the second crack, Bonnie’s back immediately snapped and made hideous crackling sounds! She lost control of her limbs and suddenly became ravenous for blood. She passed a nearby glass window and was mortified that she had turned into a vampire! Sharpened teeth, no heartbeat, even her fingernails seemed to have suddenly lengthened in mere seconds! If you happen to see Bonnie stomping on sidewalk cracks, don’t make direct eye contact, she will hypnotize you to satisfy her blood thirst.  

The Peekaboo Clown was once the heart of a thriving circus, beloved for his silly games and booming laugh that could make even the grimmest crowds smile. But as the years passed and the tents emptied, his joy twisted into desperation. Clinging to his favorite game of peekaboo, he began hiding not just his face, but darker secrets—children who wandered too close never returned. When the circus finally collapsed, so did he, vanishing into legend. Now he reemerges in tattered vintage attire, hands over his eyes, waiting to reveal the grin that drove him mad… and claim new playmates for his eternal game.

Hacking Heidi was once an innocent girl who loved to play outside her family’s small cabin near the woods. One day, she ventured too far and stumbled upon an old, cursed hatchet buried in the ground. From the moment she touched it, something changed in her. Her once bright eyes grew cold, and her playful games turned into sinister hunts. Heidi began stalking anyone who crossed her path, swinging her hatchet with glee as if it were all just a fun game. The villagers abandoned the area, leaving her alone in the woods, where she waits for someone new to play with.