Born when the market clock struck midnight. Half bull, half nightmare, fully unhinged. No roadmap through the graveyard. Just pumpkins, skulls and one very angry bull.

Every Halloween the graveyard gets quiet for exactly one second. That's when Booloween wakes up.
No suits. No sacred prophecy. Just creatures of the night following the glow of the orange moon.
Light the pumpkin. Copy the CA. Enter the crypt. Whatever happens after that stays buried.





$BOOLOWEEN is waiting on the other side.