"Allow me to escort you to your grave. Lucius Branch at your service, providing ladies and gentlemen of substance a proper and stately farewell. As you undertake your journey through the streets of Boston, allow me to elucidate that which lies beneath. Memento Mori."

Mercy Witherer, female apparition of indeterminate age. Likes coffins, broken dolls and long walks in the graveyard. Seeking tourists and trolley travelers to tantalize with twisted tales of trauma, terror and tragedy.

The mad toy maker of Boston met his gory demise during an impromptu kamikaze mission involving a stuffed monkey and napalm. Now back with a vengeance, Mortimer and his sidekick Scabies are just itching for trolleys full of new playmates...

Anthraxicon the Death Bringer is the resident demon of Boston’s Ghosts & Gravestones. He’s a sly, mischievous, nasty little demon who enjoys little more than sharing his stories of horror, terror, the dark depths of the human soul and the things that go bump in the night.

We were going to let Father Seamus write his own description, but it came out reading like Finnegan's Wake. With less punctuation. Also, we think some of it was in Portuguese. Seamus is a drunken sot of a lunatic ex-priest with paranoid delusions. We keep him around because he is amusing, and also because he works for booze. Please do NOT touch the man's flask; we cannot afford another incident.

Grumble.  Tours…………. Grumble, grumble. Tourists, meh. Scaring tourists…  heh, heh, heh! Graveyards, mmmmmmmm graveyards!  Ozzy was a gravedigger in Boston Towne in the early 1800’s, but when times got tuff there was a fine line between grave digging and grave robbing.  He was caught one night in pilfering a fresh “find” and was buried alive for his trouble.

Scarlet is a girl who just wants to have fun. She sold her soul to the devil for eternal beauty and youth.  Scarlet likes to share tales of murder and mystery, hauntings and the macabre, but she loves nothing more than she loves herself. Come join her for the party of a lifetime. Depending on her mood, it may be your last.

Constance Caskette’s first five husbands had a nasty habit...of disappearing on their wedding nights. Now, she's on the look-out for husband number six, and she just may find him among Boston's tourists as she tells them the gruesome details of the city's haunted past. Take her tour, and you just may find yourself on the guest list of what is sure to be a wedding you'll never forget ...until death do you part.

Miss Agatha will teach you a lesson or two on the darkest subjects your twisted heart desires. However, don't get on her bad side... she may have a voodoo doll with your name on it.

Ash was once considered to be the finest chimney sweep in Boston. However, due to a certain accident on the job, he was forced to leave his work. Bringing along his friend Sweepy, Ash now spreads tales of madness, murder and the mysterious to any new friends searching for the unnerving and strange.

Madeline Seawall is a lady by day and a murderous vixen by night. Well, at least half of that is true. She enjoys long walks on the beach, red wine and very sharp knives. She's also looking forward to… meeting you, Tonight.

Kitty Havoc led a terribly boring life as a barmaid in her family’s pub, watching her brothers sail off to sea… so she decided to sail off and become a bloodthirsty pirate herself! Things took an unfortunate twist for Kitty out at sea – so now she’s your problem here on the streets of Boston.

Lily Winters, the scorned and broken mental patient of a time far gone. Lily is back to seek vengeance for all the scorned lovers and make those cheating fools remember hell has no fury like a scorned woman. Lily also enjoys, cooking, karaoke and making the unsuspecting cry out in terror.

Jonathan Percival Goodspeed was a successful mortician until he decided to... shall we say "manufacture additional clientele." Armed with his trusty walking stick and wicked temper, Jonathan is just dying to show you around his city. Just don't call him Percy...

There once was a freak named Franklin Lynch,
A wimp who would cry at the slightest flinch.
Though tortured as a child,
his life was rather mild,
until murder became a bloodthirsty cinch.