Created & performed by Dr Pretorious Wuthergloom
with the assistance of Eric Woolfe
and Paula Schultz as Caesarina
Natalia Bushnik as Cybill
Emma Mackenzie Hillier as Carmilla
Produced by Emma Mackenzie Hillier
October 30th – November 9th, 2025
Written and Directed by Eric Woolfe
Designed by Melanie McNeill
Starring Jeanie Calleja, Mairi Babb, and Natalia Bushnik
Stage Managed by Leah Wilton
Produced by Emma Mackenzie Hillier
February 18th – March 1st
Directed by Ric Waugh
Designed by Melanie McNeill
Created by Eric Woolfe
Starring: Craig Lauzon, Patrice Goodman, Lisa Norton, Kimwun Perehinec & Eric Woolfe
Stage Managed by Sandi Becker
Produced by Emma Mackenzie Hillier
April 29 – May 10, 2026
Plus Other Sundry Horrors and Night Terrors!
Presenting The 2025/26 Company of Ghouls
Eric Woolfe
(Creator, Actor, Puppet Designer : Little Lib’ary of the Damned, Zombocalypse! Writer/Director: Grand Guignol)
(He/Him)
Eric Woolfe was born the bastard child of an itinerant sideshow contortionist, and a door-to-door alienist. He began his career at the age of eight and three quarters, when a national famine forced him to follow his mother’s twisted feet into show business. Following failed careers as a learned pig tamer, flea circus promoter, and gaffed armless calligrapher, he formed Eldritch Theatre after losing a bar bet. He is now an actor, writer and puppeteer, as well as being a noted spiritualist huckster. He is often visited by the ghost of his beloved miniature schnauzer, Schubert, who offers Mister Woolfe valuable career advice, such as “You should chase more squirrels,” and “You better hide in the basement when there is thunder outside.” Mr Woolfe has many credits, projects and award nominations, but his favourite by far is George A Romero’s maritime western zombie masterpiece, Survival of the Dead. @EricWoolfe
Melanie McNeill
(Designer: Grand Guignol, Zombocalypse!)
(She/Her)
Melanie is a set and costume designer who created the non-Euclidian, mad-blasted, architecturally anomalous, temple of unholy abomination, known to the students at Miskatonic University as the Pit with a Thousand Steps. Her efforts on this project won her two Dora Mavor Moore Awards, a pickled Siamese twin in a mayonnaise jar, and a thirty-year stint in a padded room at Ravenscrag Asylum for the Mentally Deranged. It is said that her fingernails are made of needles, and to look into her eyes is to see one’s darkest, most secret fears writ large across the sky, in words penned in streaks of lightning. I have feared many dark things in my life. But I fear Melanie most of all.
Ric Waugh
(Director: Zombocalypse!)
(He/Him)
In 1982, Little Richard Waugh was swimming unattended at Camp Wi-Ma-Wa-Ca, near the quiet hamlet of Innerkip. The counselors were too busy taking illicit drugs and having premarital sex to notice that he’d slipped into the water. Poor Ric sank like a tiny, pale pink stone to the bottom of the lake. But it wasn’t just any lake. It was a man made lake that was created in the early 1800s when a cabal of unethical land speculators deliberately flooded a hobo encampment to prevent the workers from unionizing. Well, Little Dead Ric’s Ghost met up with the Ghosts of Those Communist Hobos and they filled him with blind, murderous rage. Now, during the weekend of August Civic Holiday, Ric’s undead body rises from the water, armed with a machete and a rubber clown mask, and he goes on a blood-drenched rampage, killing all the stoned, drunk, sexually promiscuous teenagers he can find… And when he is covered in blood, he thinks to himself, “Why can’t I kill all the church going, sober, drug avoiding, pledge keeper, virgins? Because they’re obviously right wing nutcases!” But he knows, in his cold, undead heart, that’s not the way these things work.
Emma Mackenzie Hillier
(Director of the Canny, Carmilla)
(She/Her)
There are dark, dusty rooms lined with cobweb covered shelves, that hold row upon row of dry, ancient tomes, whose pages are filled with abominated blasphemies and arcane, forbidden secrets that no human mind was ever meant to know. The words in these books were never meant to be uttered by the human tongue, and the glyphs, runic markings, and strange symbols scrawled on their worm chewed pages should never be seen, let alone studied. Yet, Emma Mackenzie Hillier knows them all. She has folded dog ears to mark her favourite passages of the Al Assif. She’s doodled in the margins of Unaussprechlichen Kulten and underlined the dirty bits of Die Wurmis Mysterious in light blue ink. You wanna talk about necromantic incantations? Oh, she knows necromantic incantations. And she knows every dark star they need to be uttered under to make them come true.
Mairi Babb
(Performer: Grand Guignol)
(She/Her)
Mairi became the Head Witch of the Dread Coven of Danforth Avenue at the tender age of 13 when she shoved Prickled Gertie Rumplehump into a wood burning stove, baked her into a tortiere,and stole her broomstick and crown. Mairi’s voice can hit notes so high, that only creatures of the night can hear them. She has danced with the Mi-Go on Signal Hill, had tea with the Black Goat of the Forest, and painted her own kitchen with the Colours out of Space. Small children fear her. It is said that on nights when the moon is gibbous, she sneaks through your bedroom window as you sleep, and sits on your chest, and when your nightmares begin, she smiles and inhales the life from your body as your panicked, yet slumbering, breath ebbs from your dying body. As you drift into death, her red, red eyes are the last things you see. And you yearn for them. Dear gods! You yearn for them!
Lisa Norton
(Performer: Zombocalypse!)
(She/Her)
Lisa was there when the first ghost story was told by the first campfire. She was there when the first child heard the first monster under their bed. She was crouching in the shadows the first time a mother warned her daughter not to stray off the path. And she laughed with pleasure the first time a dreamer woke screaming from the terrors of night. Lisa Norton is not her real name. Her real name is written on the frozen stones of the Plateau of Leng, and is unpronounceable by the human tongue. In older times, crouching primitives and slavering cultists called her the Cackling Terror, the Ice Mad Hag, The Render of Strange Bones, and even She Who Knows That Which Kills And Feeds. In this age we call her Lisa Norton. But she laughs with derision each time we speak it. And she will be here, long after we are gone
Craig Lauzon
(Performer: Zombocalypse!)
(He/Him)
I know that you think that bridge is safe. I why wouldn’t you? You’ve heard the stories about all the people who start on one side of that bridge, and never come out the other side. But that’s just an urban legend! People don’t disappear half way across a bridge, never to be seen or heard from again! You bike across that bridge every night, on your way home from your part time job at the local soda fountain. But do you know what lurks under that bridge? Waiting to pounce upon you and tear you limb from limb?! Craig Lauzon, that’s what! Craig has a long, lascivious tongue, and razor sharp teeth, and cold, bloodshot eyes. His breath is rancid from the rotting human flesh stuck between his back teeth. He thinks it’s been stuck their since he ate that Amway salesman three or four years ago. But he can’t recall for sure. Time is endless for Craig. Only his insatiable hunger for the tender, lost souls that cross his bridge keeps him alive… That and crokinole. He really loves a good game of crokinole.
Patrice Goodman
(Performer: Zombocalypse)
(She/Her)
Patrice Goodman is an ogress who lives in a magical hut in the forest and either helps, imprisons, or eats children, depending on how her mood strikes her. She lives in a hut built on four tall chicken legs that can turn about or relocate on command. She is often seen draped over her stove or reclining in the hut across the entire expanse, with her large nose touching the ceiling. When she leaves her house, she rides in a mortar propelled by a pestle with one hand while, in the other, she holds a broom she uses to wipe away any trace of her tracks. If you happen to own a little talking doll, given to you by your dead mother, it is vaguely possible you can escape Patrice if she seizes you on your way through her forest. But you have to keep the doll well fed, otherwise it will turn on you, and you’ll die alone in Patrice’s Chicken Leg Hut.
Kimwun Perehinec
(Performer: Zombocalypse)
She/her)
In sunken R’lyeh, where Kimwun Perehinec dwells, the geometry is non-Euclidean, and sound is space, and space is a sort of music, and music is madness. Oh, such horrid, horrid madness. In Kimwun’s domain, the Chaos Dogs tango, and the Choir of Plagues chants bleak hymns and the Faceless Children shriek, although they have no mouths, and their endless wailing and cries serve as nourishment for the swarms of swirling, comping, Nightmare Fish that Kimwun calls her “fetid little children”. They are, in a way, her children, for they were born from her evil dreams. And her evil dreams will get us all in the end.
Natalia Bushnik
(Performer: Grand Guignol)
(She/Her)
Natalia Bushnik lurks beneath the water of a certain river that wends its way a long a certain, twisting deserted road. And when young men pass by, under the gibbous moon, she will often arise and coax them to the water’s edge, first with a song, and then with her smile, and then with a promise to fulfill their greatest wishes, if they will only dive with her down to the bottom of the river bed, and see her home. Those foolish boys who do so- and almost all of them do so- are never seen again. What happens beneath that dark water, no one can say for sure. But sometime, local fishermen hauling in their catch, swear that the fish are mad with horror, and that their dead fishy eyes stare wildly, driven insane by the bloody terrors they have witnessed.
Sandi Becker
(Stage Manager: Zombocalypse)
(She/Her)
Sandi Becker strikes fear into the hearts of the weak and foolish. She has retractable fangs. And, due to a recurring battle with Early Onslaught Lycanthropy, has become a passionate advocate for promoting tolerance to Werewolfism in school age children. She can kill you with a look, and if you are not in bed by 9 o’clock, she’ll come to you in the darkness, slip you into a bag made from cat skin, and take you to her mouldy, mildewed lair. What will happen there? No one has lived to tell the tale.
Leah Wilton
(Stage Manager: Grand Guignol)
(She/Her)
In the dank, deadly nights ever darking,
When the slobbering shoggoths do bleat,
By a gibbous moon, Leah is dancing,
On hoofs more called cloven than feet.
She plays on a pipe made of shin bone,
a song that trills madly and weird,
Through the ghoul-haunted woodland, she’s coming,
Over leaves that are crisped and seer.
Pray God that she never can find you.
And hide neath your bed, cold with fear.
Dr Pretorious Wuthergloom
(Resident Exorcist)
(He/Him)
He’s been called the Second Most Evil Person in the World- or maybe the fourth or fifth. Alestair Crowley avoided him like the plague, saying, “His creepy eyes mess me up. Now give me laudanum.” Doc Wuthergloom was born over a hundred and fifty years ago in the slums of Whitechapel, London, England and was soon sold as an apprentice to a cruel apothecary in the Storyville district New Orleans. After being seduced by a malevolent spectre disguised as a charming young damsel, Wuthergloom was coerced into murdering his wife and son, and thereafter cursed with immortality and no small degree of curmudgeonliness. He travels the countryside in a ramshackle showman’s wagon, selling his arcane wears to poor unfortunate souls who are plagued by the supernatural. Poor unfortunate souls like you.
Jeanie Calleja
(Performer: Grand Guignol)
(She/Her)
What can we say about Jeanie Calleja that you haven’t already gleaned from your fevered, late-night study of her blood-drenched, arcane exploits in the black pages of Von Junst’s Unaussprechlichen Kulten? She once cursed an entire army of marauding Vikings so they were frozen where they stood, and then she watched with glee as each last one of them was devoured alive by hungry opossums under her fell command. She pulled the dying body of Rasputin from the frozen Neva River, and as he begged her to utter the secret words that would heal his wounds, she laughed and stole his necromantic powers with an icy kiss. She is feared by angels and devil alike. And even the bravest of witches dare not speak her name. Jeanie can kill with a glance. Pray she never finds you
JB Nelles
(Design Assistant: MacBeth)
(They/Them)
Last night, around midnight, I saw JB Nelles in a shadow cast by the light of the moon, and in that silver, pallid effulgence, I witnessed a horror that I shall render me sleepless till my dying day. JB Nelles may look human; they are not. Their true face, a face of indescribable horror, can only be glimpsed when the moon is gibbous and the stars are right. For I beheld their gaping maw grow cavernous, and vast, with a multiplicity of razor sharp teeth, dripping with viscous drool and steaming blood. They ate small children in that strange lunar glow, and kittens, and an old hobo the neighbours called Stew Sock Jim. They even swallowed a sewer rat hole. When I see JB by daylight, I will smile and say hello. But if ever I meet them again by moonlight, I’ll run. Dear lord, how I will run!
Paula Schultz
(Caesarina: Little Lib’ary)
(She/Her)
There is a gloomy, cobweb shrouded crypt, where Paula Schultz sleeps during the sunlight hours, her body lythe and pale and oh so very cold to the touch. Her coffin is lined with lush purple velvet, an empress’s colour, and the colour of her lips, which hide the sharp fangs she uses to feed. To feel her fangs on your flesh is to feel both profound pleasure and pain, beyond human imagining. Those fangs are the last thing you will feel. In the extasy of death, she will drain your veins dry of blood. And in three nights hence you will rise from your dusty grave, nothing left of your soul and will, doomed to be Paula Schultz’s mindless, drooling slave until she tires of her immortality, and at last allows herself to crumble in the sunlight
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