Ghouls, Ghost, and Grave Robbers Winners.
CONGRATULATIONS to the winners of Ghouls, Ghost, and Grave Robbers.
First place The Barrow-Wright.
Second place Mine Shaft to Hell.
Third place Wedding Night
Editor’s choic The Dive.
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