From Our Editors
Nightmares are bad enough; at least they go away upon waking. For Lenore, nightmares of torture and death are everlasting, and visitors at Sanctum of Horror bravely enter the depths of her hopelessly twisted mind. Her thoughts and memories are presented in a dark home with walls coated in peeling wallpaper and blood. The denizens of this space are not the usual happy family of four. Within the halls lurk evil dolls waiting to evoke lucid dreams, and flesh-eating prisoners chomp on their latest victim while scanning the crowds for more, and hatchet-wielding madmen wait to terrorize anyone who crosses their paths or dares to insult their pets' sweaters.