THE LEGEND OF COUNTESS SHRIEKY VON TIKI
Mistress of the SHRIEKEASY • High Priestess of Panic • Countess of HallowScreamCon
They say she was once a Hollywood starlet, the toast of tiki lounges and midnight matinees. But during one fateful Halloween in 1956, while headlining a cursed cabaret in Las Vegas, she sipped from a forbidden cocktail known only as “The Final Scream,” bought for her by a mysterious stranger.
By dawn, she was never seen in sunlight again.
Now, Shrieky Von Tiki is known as the Countess Shrieky Von Tiki, cursed with an immortal and unnatural life, her skin as green as her envy of the living, her eyes as fiery as her burning soul and her appetite to be entertained is endless.
Determined to find the stranger who cursed her, she appears only once per year, when the veil is thin and the drinks are strong, to host the unholiest of 4 day conventions: HallowScreamCon. With curated zones, experiences, attractions and special events, the Countess ensures that she gets her fill of fun.
She lures the living and summons her suspects with hypnotic horror, rum-drenched rituals, and a scream that can shatter mirrors and morals alike.
Hidden inside HallowScreamCon, she has built a monster Tiki bar, known as The SHRIEKEASY. Behind the bar at the SHRIEKEASY, she serves spirits both shaken and... restless. Her lips are blood-red, her laugh is legendary, and her heart? Allegedly pickled in pineapple juice and buried under the stage.
She isn’t just the hostess. She’s the reason you never leave without a souvenir... or a soul missing.
"Drink deep, darlings. The Countess is watching." can you help solve the mystery of who cursed her?
THE VEGAS GLAMPIRES
By 1957, one year after her mysterious disappearance in Las Vegas, the woman once known as Shrieky Von Tiki had become something else entirely, something ‘other’
Lonely beneath the desert moonlight and aching for the sass and shimmer of her old life, the Countess began, one by one, to summon her former cabaret scene girl gang, those glamorous souls who once shared her dressing rooms, borrowed her eyeliner, and held her hair back after too many martinis.
But when they arrived, lured by a whisper in the dark from beyond the grave, they didn’t find Shrieky, they found life everlasting, cursed in eternal cabaret.
She offered them the same fate she’d embraced: a second act in the afterlife.
Now bound by a thirst for glam, gore, and green-tinged immortality, her closest sisters roam the Earth once more, dripping with style, bathed in moonlight, and ready to kill (or at least slay).
They aren’t her backup dancers anymore… they’re her army.
MEET THE VEGAS GLAMPIRES
MAA SHETTY BETTY
The Blonde Blade • Henchwoman of the Countess • Glampire Enforcer
Before she was Maa Shetty Betty, she was the sharpest act on the cabaret circuit, a knife-throwing blonde bombshell with a wicked laugh and a mean aim. Part circus sideshow, part backstage menace, Betty didn’t just steal scenes... she skewered them.
But danger is a double-edged act. When the Countess summoned her from the depths of a sleepless dream in 1957, Betty answered, blade in hand, heels clicking, never missing a beat. Now, she stalks the desert with a throat slit wide and stitched shut, her crimson gloves forever stained with secrets and sin.
She’s no longer just the warm-up act,
She’s the last thing you’ll see before the lights go out.
“Don’t blink, baby. I’m faster than your last bad decision.”
“They don’t sleep. They don’t age. And they never dim their shine. The Glampires are undead showgirls with a thirst for the spotlight, and something a little warmer. Once queens of the cabaret, now they strut through eternity in blood-red lips and razor heels, with hearts iced in diamonds and skin green with envy. In Vegas, the dead don’t rest… they headline. GLAMOUR NEVER DIES!"
COCO DA MOLL
The Black Widow • Gangster’s Sweetheart • Glampire Siren
She was the original OG femme fatale, a real New York knockout with a getaway grin and a taste for danger. They called her the gangster’s moll, but Coco never belonged to anyone. She knew how to take the pain of monotony away. Coco came to Vegas to steal hearts and poker chips, but the Countess stole hers first. Now Coco da Moll stalks the strip in killer heels, silk gloves, and a smile that’ll ruin your afterlife and steal your soul.
“Tell your wife I said thanks for the ring.”
MISTRESS MAE HEMME
The Velvet Vamp • Seamstress to the Undead • Glampire Glamourista
Once the glittering jewel of the speakeasy stage, Mae Hemme stitched her name into legend with every silk hem and silver bead. A soft-spoken flapper with sharp fangs and sharper fashion sense, she could mend your dress or your destiny... for a price. When the Countess summoned her in 1957, Mae answered with a suitcase full of sequins and secrets. Now she threads the veil between worlds, tailoring the Ghoul Gang’s look and ensuring death never goes out of style.
“Darling, eternity is no excuse for looking drab.”
DAME VOODOO LA BOO
The Bone Reader • Queen of the Curse • Glampire Mystic
She left the stages of New Orleans with a prediction in her bones, that Vegas would introduce her to Lady Luck and neon lights. The bones were wrong. What she found instead was a red-lipped vampire with a thirst for talent... and a taste for vengeance. Now the Countess’s personal mystic, Boo dances in circles, whispers to the dead, and always knows when trouble’s coming. Spoiler: it always is.
“I don’t read palms, sugar. I read endings.”
Once stars, now they only come out at night. They’ve got blood on their corsets, secrets in their stilettos, and your name on their lips. All bite, no stage fright. They never age, they never sleep, and they NEVER share the mirror. Showgirls step aside, now Las Vegas nights belong to the Glampires!