Well mine from this morning was suitably creepy. I think my George R. R. Martin binge is quite telling. I was hiding out at night with a slightly overcast full moon, in an old, musty, creaky, semi-Victorian style house. Outside were wights in the style of the Song of Ice and Fire series milling about. Unfortunately for me there were plenty of big fat windows to fret over. Also, it seemed like there were some vague, unknown terrors to be found in the mansion as well. It all had a very Resident Evil feel to it, but with the mansion made out of old ship planks, and with real life visual quality. It fits squarely in line with all my dreamworld phobias of home invasion and zombies. All that's missing were sharks. That was last week.