Nightmare Gothic Horror Tarot deck ~ Free USA s/h

Perhaps it is best that you perform your tarot readings during daylight hours if you with to not have nightmares after experiencing this tarot deck! This is an adult only deck not for nudity, sorry there is barely any, but more for the disturbing imagery.  Do you dare to delve this deeply into the subconscious realms of this horrifying deck?  

 In the quaint, fog-laden town of Ebonwood, a peculiar legend had long circulated among the superstitious locals. It was said that within the depths of the old Gothic mansion, abandoned for decades, lay a most sinister of mysteries - a deck of tarot cards imbued with an otherworldly curse. The mansion, once a resplendent edifice of dark marble and stained glass, now stood as a testament to the passage of time, its once-grand halls now echoing only with the whispers of the dead.

Centuries ago, an eccentric and malevolent necromancer resided there, amassing an army of the undead - golems of clay, reanimated corpses, and liches whose very existence defied mortality. His ambition knew no bounds; he sought to capture the essence of death itself and immortalize it within the ancient art of divination. With twisted rituals and forbidden knowledge, he bound the souls of his ghastly minions into the tarot deck, doomed to forever exist in its shadowy realm, their identities fused with the arcane symbols and haunting imagery of the cards.

As each card was completed, the necromancer bestowed upon them a fragment of their consciousness, granting them a tenuous form of sentience. They became trapped in an eternal limbo, able to observe but never interact with the living world they had once craved power over. The tarot deck, now known as "The Cursed Tarot," became a hauntingly beautiful artifact of unimaginable horror, its very touch sending chills down the spines of those who so much as dared to glance at it.

Time passed, and the town of Ebonwood was forced to forget its grisly past. Yet the mansion's story lived on through cryptic tales told by embittered locals. Some young adventurers, dismissing the rumors as mere superstition, ventured into the Gothic mansion one fateful night. Amidst the dust-laden halls, they stumbled upon a hidden chamber, within which lay The Cursed Tarot, preserved within an ornate black box.

Ignoring the whispered warnings of doom, the brave - or perhaps foolish - young explorers decided to take the tarot deck as a prized trophy. Little did they know that in their hands, they held the key to unlocking the tormented souls of the damned.

Word spread rapidly among the group of their incredible discovery. Curiosity piqued, they began to draw cards from the deck during séances, hoping to channel the wisdom of the ancient undead. However, instead of gaining insights into the mysteries of life and death, they were met with malevolent whispers and cryptic messages only barely comprehensible to mortal ears.

As the days turned into weeks, the young seekers of knowledge started experiencing bizarre occurrences. Shadowy figures would appear at the edges of their vision, once-friendly faces twisted with decay, and their sleep was plagued by nightmarish visions of the undead army's final stand against the forces of light. As each card was drawn, the line between reality and fantasy began to blur, and the living world felt a strange pull toward the macabre realm of the tarot.

One by one, members of the exploratory group began to succumb to the curse. Their bodies wasted away, their eyes taking on the spectral pallor of the deceased. Yet their minds remained sharp; trapped within their now frail forms, they relived the tormented memories of the cursed spirits bound to the cards.

The terrified survivors sought to break the curse by returning the deck to its resting place within the mansion's depths. But it was too late; the once-young and vibrant souls had irrevocably merged with the tarot, forever etched upon its surface. They became part of the haunting imagery, their humanity lost to the darkness, their consciousness immortalized as a chilling reminder of the perils that awaited those who dared to meddle with the forbidden.

With their final ounce of strength, the remaining explorers managed to lock themselves inside the mansion, sealing The Cursed Tarot within a secret chamber, vowing never again to allow the living to gaze upon such unholy power.

Now, the Gothic mansion stands empty, its windows shattered, its walls crumbling under the relentless passage of time. Whispers still echo through the empty halls, beckoning those curious enough to seek out the legendary deck, drawing them into an eternal abyss from which no mortal soul can ever truly escape. The Cursed Tarot remains within, waiting for the next group of foolish adventurers to disturb its slumber, ensuring that the nightmares of the dead shall forever haunt the living world.