A twisted monster. A financial genius. An underhanded and decidedly evil megalomaniac. A co**se in an upstairs room. A creepy old crook who won't let death get in his way. A silent figure of horrible menace. The owner of a number of companies, including Lord Grimley's Manor, which manufactures and sells Halloween costumes, props, and assorted paraphernalia. All of these things describe Lord Grimle
y. He is our leader, our mascot, our tyrannical overlord, our shriveled, evil, little black soul. He's our boss, if nothing else, and we fear him like we fear few other things on earth. Lord Grimley's Manor is overseen by the just-as-ancient figure who just goes by the name "Gravedigger" mainly because, he says, that's what his job is, (or was, since he hasn't done it as a profession, apparently, since the late 18th century when the "Resurrection" trade bubble went bust). The Gravedigger effectively runs the place since he's the only one with the guts to march upstairs and talk to the owner. Between the two of them the Manor can offer you pretty much anything you might want, from run-of-the-mill Halloween party stuff to custom-designed props and even animatronics! There are few things the talented minions can't create, (failing that, there's even fewer things they can't steal and re-sell elsewhere… keep that under your hat though, ok?). The minions, by the way, are the scores of monsters, people, gremlins, muppets, and imaginary creepy-crawlies that infest / work in the Manor. They come in every shape and size and range from harmless cute fuzzy things to bloodthirsty werewolves and conjured demons. It makes for a very interesting Annual Company Picnic. If there's anything we can do for you, don't hesitate to contact us.
