Xander walked into the house on the corner. The house was abandoned. It was small, square, dark, and creepy in every way. But, when Xander stepped into the house for a dare, he was warped. He black out.

Xander woke up on a rock. Eerie sounds filled the air. Small skeletal animals scurried across the barren landscape. Various colored glows appeared and dissapered; then, they re-appeared in a different spot. A thick fog covered everything above five feet.

When he sat up, he saw a strange figure in the mist. It walked towards him. The figure started to take shape. It was a man, but not an ordanary man. The man's bones were his skin, for the man himself, was a skeleton with rotting flesh on him.

He smiled and said, "Welcome, to the Land of Sorrow and Death, Xander."