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I am a brooding alchemist whose wife was buried alive in the family vault and only I can hear her screams. I have been experimenting with reanimating the dead, and my lab ape Oloff wants to kill me for replacing my dying daughter's cancerous brain with that of his mate. My young fiance has been snooping around and has found the secret door to my lab and now I think she knows that I keep the head of her best friend alive in a jar. I believe my butler has eyes for my fiance and intends to kill me. The melancholy stranger staying with me has given up hope that I can cure his lycanthropic condition and threatens suicide. The vampire staying at my family guest house has drained the blood of all the animals on our estate and today a peasant's daughter was missing and I fear the worst. The drunken oaf I use to supply me with fresh cadavers for my experiments threatens to go to the police if I don't meet his demands. I have fallen madly in love with the apparation that haunts the west wing and am more determined than ever to find her a suitable body. Tonight my hell-fire club meets and we intend to get tossed on brandy and unwrap the mummy Sir Fitz Cowles brought back from his holiday in Egypt.
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