Fungal Halo

It's a house party for witches, and you thought you'd just be able to enjoy a calm and relaxing evening with a couple friends, something of a break from the chaos of managing the affairs of your own house. The host, however, seems to have something more in mind for you.

I wake up, and right away I can tell that something is very wrong.

I lurch upright in a panic, scanning a room that should be familiar—that *can't* be familiar—but I can barely process what I'm seeing as real.

Somehow I've been sent back to the turn of the last century.