October 31, 1887.

Tonight is Bloodmoon. Time is at hand.

As I transcribe my journal, my minions "the Flesh Hackers" finalize preparations in the laboratory.
Materials have been gathered from the village graveyard and have been assembled.
Lightning from tonights storm shall power the Concecrated Cellular Transmutator.
No more will the mythos of the age speak of my work as ill fated, dark and misguided dealings in the macbre.

I Dr. Mortimus Fimm, will bring conciousness to flesh that before was only dead and decaying.
I shall infuse sentience into my creations.
The soulless shall become mortal.
Tonight I give LIFE to my children

THE HAUNTBROOD.