Before time was measured, before evil had a name, before mankind rose from the primordial ooze... Chthon was there. And he hated us. Over the eons since, the malevolent forces of the supernatural on Earth all trace their origins back to one entity. The vampires, the werewolves, the demons, and the zombies all whisper one name with reverence and fear. Chthon hears them. And he sees us. And he sees you. From the tome known as the Darkhold, the haunted mountain of Wundagore, his pawns and puppets like the Scarlet Witch, Modred the Mystic, or Victoria Montesi...Chthon is coming. Chthon knows where you are. Chthon may already be here. When was the last time you felt a chill you couldn't explain? When was the last time you felt truly safe?
When was the last time you looked behind you?