Barstow Dreameries

Barstow dreameries nestled in the hills northwest of Barstow township, and a little north of the ghost tours camp. Which happened to be unfortunate, as Barney Colestein was now having to track an escaped nightmare from a batch that had been left out in the sun too long; after a refridgeration truck had broken down during loading.

Of course, like any nightmare, she was absolutely terrifying to behold. A full 20 hands tall, blazing, fuel filled eyes. Her flesh was rotting and hanging off and the stench of death and decay clung to her in a thick, ghostly, black miasma.