The "Red Death" had long devastated the country. No pestilence had ever been so fatal or hideous. Blood was its Avatar and its seal -- the redness and the horrot of blood. There were sharp pains, and sudden dizziness, and then profuse bleeding at the pores, with dissolution. The scarlet stains upon the body and especially upon the face of the victim, were the pest ban which shut him out from the aid and from the sympathy of his fellow-men. And the whole seizure, progress and termination of the disease, were incident of half an hour. But Paul, Terry, Matthew, and Holly were happy and dauntless and sagacious. When their dominions were half depopulated, they summoned to their presence a thousand hale and light-hearted friends from among the knights and dames of their court, and with these retired to the deep seclusion of one of their castellated abbeys.

You are Horridly Invited to "The Masque of the Red Death", Friday, October 31st.
Location: 567 Lafayette Avenue
(enter from elmwood)
We will be celebrating Holly's Deathday.
Costumes Recommended