The Curse of Vaders Crypt

When dusk falls, the neighbors whisper about Vader’s Crypt. Perched on Jonathan L.’s porch, the skeletal sentinel unfurls its wings beneath a new Cemetery sign crafted by Nightmare Foundry. Without it, the undead were getting lost—zombies shuffled into the wrong yards, skeletons stumbled down cul-de-sacs, and one confused ghoul kept ending up at the local deli.

Now, with a bold piece of custom haunt décor lighting the way, there’s no mistaking where the restless belong. Ghouls gather at the porch steps, pumpkins guard the gates, and the Crypt stands proud as proof that the right sign can turn any home haunt into legend.