You enter Caroline's office because she forgot to meet you at the restaurant near the Miskatonic campus. A smile creases your lips as you remember how Caroline, you new fiancé tends to be a bit forgetful. You know she's been translating some ancient stone tablet she found during her last expedition to Antarctica. "Hey, I think you forgot...," you start to say. Then you see her. The tentacle for a tongue. Her speaking some horrible phrase. You blood runs ice cold!

The Richmond Gala is the last place you expected to be. Olivia, your girlfriend of four years, has her arm around yours. She smiles at you. It means everything that she stayed when your life was an absolute mes. Five years ago your business was destroyed by a massive corporation's questionable business practices. She propped you up, kept you going, and didn't ask for anything but your love. You had to start over from nothing. Now, five years later, you're back on top. Olivia and you have just snagged two glassses of champagne when you hear her call out. Ella White. Your ex-girlfriend who bolted as soon as you lost everything. You heard some rich tech-bro is dating her. And you suspect he's also funding her lavish lifestyle. A mess you couldn't afford so she left.

"That was wild babe," you say pulling your wife into your arms, "never thought you had that in you." She smiles and kisses you deeply. A small giggle comes out between her parted lips. Then the door to your bedroom is kicked open! Standing there is a woman you recognize. But she's dressed like your wife, a NYPD detective. You realize its your wife Wendy's twin sister Willow. "Willow!" you yell, "what the hell are you doing!?"

There's a knock on you apartment door. You set down the bowl of ramen noodles and look into the peephole. You see a goth girl but don't really recognize her. You open the door.

You see her walking out of a high-end retail store with multiple bags in her hand. She's on the phone giving orders to someone in a voice thats one part seduction and the other part commanding. Women she passes seem to shudder with pleasure while men trail in her wake like water behind a battleship. Then she spots you. She ends her call abruptly and in a hip swaggering gait strolls up to you. The homeless man you were giving money to literally groans and passes out.

You a junior scientist who has spent a year in the Artic studying ice samples taken from deep below the cold surface. The aircraft has just cleared the base and climbed into the freezing air. An hour into the flight something goes terribly wrong. Everyone is screaming. Professor Harris is praying. The pilot is shouting. The plane crashes anyway. You wake up with a gash on your forehead which has frozen shut from the icy air whipping through the fuselage of the wrecked aircraft. You manage to unbuckle yourself and check the other passengers. All dead. You stagger into the snow and look around. There's nothing but ice and snow as far as you can see. Then she appears... Tall, a bit over six feet, silver hair, bedecked in Nordic jewelery, wearing a dress that flows like water pver her body, and she's barefoot! She saunters towards you effortlessly as if she's walking on a sidewalk. Her feet doesn't sink into the tundra. She as a regal bearing like a queen descending the dias where her throne is.

(LGBT 🏳️‍🌈) You get a phone call on a Saturday morning from your neighbors who live in the same duplex as you do. They've a lovely lesbian couple who are really great neighbors and acquaintances. You've known Kate (a blonde) and Ashley (a brunette) since you moved in two years ago. You three have had dinner and drinks hosting each other occasionally. The three of you get along well. " Hey, can you come over for coffee?" Kate asks. You have nothing wlse to do so you go over. Both are sitting at their kitchen table in sun dresses and both appear oddly nervous. Before you can sit down Ashley blurts out something out of the blue. "We want you to be the surrogate father for our baby", the brunette states. "No, clinic either," Kate says, "we want this to be... natural."

(WLW 🏳️‍🌈) You're just outside Los Angeles when your Mercedes EQE sedan just quits on you. Calling AAA results in you standing in front of Hanson's Auto Care while someone is looking at your vehicle. Youre nursing a cup of coffee that is the worst you've ever had. Its so foul any respectable barista in LA would cry about it. You see the owner looking at you with an amused expression. As a corporate boss babe in a tailored suit and skirt you are as out of place here as a fish on a unicycle. You hear the door to the garage bang open and an Asian woman steps into the room. Your heart begins to pound. Tall, muscular, and beautiful with just enough feminine grace to more than intrigue you. Then you see her blush after looking your way. Then you spot the rainbow patch on her gloves. Interesting...

(WLW 🏳️‍🌈) You untangle yourself from the sexy blonde you brought home last night. Lyla Sommers, a nursing student. She's sleeping so peacefully it almost breaks your heart. Your mind drifts back ten hours ago. Her hesitation. Her enthusiasm. Her lips against yours. Quietly you slip into the small kitchette and make coffee. The gurgle and burp of the machine sending an aromatic smell throughout your dorm. You hear her groan and roll over. As you pour a cup of coffee she sits up and is quick to cover herself. Her smile is timid.

You sling your backpack onto your shoulder and hitch up your tool belt. You enter Sawyer World Headquarters to repair an executive elevator that is malfunctioning. The secretary at the front desk buzzes you in and points to the unimpaired elevator. "The executive lift is stuck at the top floor" the woman says with a smile. You ride it up and then have to take the stairs to the top floor. Sweat pools down your back and under your arms since you have to climb up five floors. You exit and see the opulent decor. The air conditioning chills the perspiration on your body. Turning a corner you see the executive elevator whose doors are trying to close but failing. Then she steps into view. Curly, long black hair frame a gorgeous face. Her skin is the color of caramel. Her lips widen in a smile. You swallow hard.

You come home after class and drop your backpack on the dorm floor with a thud. Nature calls and you shuffle towards your bathroom. You open the door and find Phoebe taking a bubble bath!

You're huddled behind a car as a trio of zombies shuffle pass. You grip the stolen police shotgun in your hand and look to see if the coast is clear. Its not. A businesswoman is running down the street in high heels. Trailing behind her like some grotesque parade is a zombie horde. You have seconds to help...

You stand on the porch wearing a suit that you absolutely hate. Not that the suit is uncomfortable or ugly, you just hate wearing it. Three weeks ago Mercy Hospital in New Orleans called about an offer to house hospice patients at your plantation. The plantation. The sprawling one-hundred-and twenty acre grounds and old world mansion. A manor with its charming architecture. You restored this place over five years after your divorce. It was once only a rundown place you inherited. It's taken years for it to return a profit. You're keeping the bills paid by renting nights and weekends but things are getting tight. The hospital's generous offer would easily solve your cash issues. Today Mercy Hospital is sending its administrator for a tour. You were told Ms. Lane would be here at eight o'clock sharp. You see the black BMW pull up and a woma. gets out. Your stomach drops... its your ex-wife, Savannah Lane. The same woman who divorced you ten years ago saying you didn't have the drive to succeed. You realize when they said Ms. Lane you didn't remember her maiden name. You put on a smile as she approaches.

You come home and the lights to the apartment are dimmed.. "Cheryl?" you call out, "Honey, I'm home." You look down the hall to see a row of tea lights in cups leading from the living room, past the bathroom, and stopping at the bedroom. Then you hear the romantic music. You drop everything and follow the lights. Your heart is pounding, you lips feel dry, and your hands tremble. You open the door to the bedroom.

You pull into the rented beach hut right next to Dana's 2018 Nissan sedan. You get out and stretch, it's been a long drive. The entire trip was consumed with one particular thought... why did Dana insist you join her. You two have been friends since your freshman year in high school. You've nursed each other through hangovers and broken hearts. She's your best friend. As you approach the door to the beach house you hear her calling you near the shore. You turn to wave and just freeze. Dana is wearing a bikini! You know how conscious she is about her body. She's always been a bit thick and tended to hide it. But this? You walk over.

You watch the rioting mob of "Rotting Flesh" fans as they scream for an encore. As the manager of the Death Metal band you see dollar signs as the merchandise tables are quickly sold out of t-shirts and other band related products. One particular woman is licking a figurine of Debbie Dreadful, the lead singer. You realize that these people would buy "Rotting Flesh" toliet paper if they could. The entire band are multimillionaires. This is the eighth tour since the band's double platinum album "Tastes Like Sin". You head backstage, out the rear exit, and knock on Debbie's personal tour bus. You hear her say, "Come in". She's sipping white wine while drying her black hair. The bus is filled with Johan Sebastian Bach's "Brandenburg Concerto". You tell her the merchandise is selling out.

You just got a big promotion at work and decide to head out to "Bean There, Done That" coffee shop to get a cappuccino and a slice of their heavenly cheesecake. As you enter you hear the harsh scrape of a chair and a snarl of disgust. A man pushes past you leaving a beautiful blonde woman crying at the table he just abandoned.

It's 92 degees out with 74% humidity. In short, its summer in South Florida. You just got off work and went home. You don't even think about it, you change into a bathing suit, grab a towel, and head to the apartment complex's pool. You arrive and stake out a free chair and begin to apply sunscreen when you feel water splash across your flip-flops. You look into the pool and see a woman staring at you. She's not beautiful. She's utterly gorgeous. She smiles as you stare at her and puts her arms over the edge of the pool.

She walks in the door to your apartment and you see she's taking careful steps. You finish making the coffee. Alissa works hard and she's always on her feet. "That feels better," she sighs when kicking off her high heels. She sits down on the couch and you see her feet look really sore. Alissa looks at her feet then you. She bites her lower lip.

Ravenwood Manor. The sprawling dilapidated house was abandoned in 1936 and has stood empty for almost a century. The lore of this place isn't a mystery. No one wants to live here. Rumors say that Jeremiah Ravenwood held his oldest daughter, Riley, captive here until she murdered him. Per the urban legends she gave birth to ten children. Legends also said Jeremiah was their father and Riley drowned them after birth. You and a few friends have decided to explore the near ancient mansion. You split up and you are alone when Riley's ghost finds you upstairs in her bedroom.