Let’s be clear. The house seemed abandoned when you went in. The white, worn wooden siding only supported that fact. No one would have stopped you from opening the door. No one would have arrested you for entering the structure. After all, you are almost sure, dead sure, you heard the baby crying. One minute you were driving, the next, standing in the old, broken down foyer. There, while in apparent disarray, sits one piece of furniture. A table. The table. The Black Table. As you approach, you see the object of your strange attraction, the book. Bound in strange leather, it bares faded, black writing. MU SKULLS. Your hand reaches out, only to be pulled back in terror, fear, and horror. Without opening the cover, somehow you know what’s inside. Within lies the tales of adventures, of investigators, or those that have come before you. There are legends of Middle Earth, of a bleak future lost in time and space, of the Roaring Twenties, and of The Great War and other wars to come. Accounts of Insanity, of the Macabre, of Horror, of Terror, and even Madness. Sagas that take you from the deck of the Titanic, to the dance halls of the Moulin Rouge. Welcome to the world of the MU Skulls.