Danse Macabre

Danse Macabre Council
You know that feeling you get when you're walking down a deserted street late at night? It's that unsettled feeling in your gut, the hairs on the back of your neck standing on end, that tingle that makes you feel like you're for sure being watched. It's that rustle of leaves as you're passing a park or a an open alleyway. A smell you don't pickup long enough to identify, but hits you just long enough to send a signal to your lizard brain that something smells wrong. It's that instinct that makes you grip your keys like they might be daggers and pick up your pace, just a little.   Your body is telling you that where you are, right now, isn't safe. That something, somewhere, that you can't see wants to hurt you. Wants to make a meal of you.   And that something...is right behind you.   Welcome to Danse Macabre, a realm where the mundane and the supernatural are both just trying to get through the day however they can.