OUR TOUR BEGINS HERE.

[yourghosthost]

[Eventually, no matter your reading comprehension or your sense of time, you all find your way to the stretching room. Once everyone has gathered, the ominous sounds of a clock ring throughout the chamber. The clock strikes 13 times, and the candles in the room light themselves up on their own.

Something...or someone is in the room with you. They make themselves known quickly, with a deep voice that echoes throughout the room.]

When hinges creak in doorless chambers, and strange and frightening sounds echo through the halls; Whenever candlelights flicker where the air is deathly still - that is the time when ghosts are present, practicing their terror with ghoulish delight!

Welcome, foolish mortals, to the Haunted Mansion. I am your host, your... ghost host. Kindly step all the way in please and make room for everyone. There's no turning back now.

[The doors close behind everyone as he speaks, leaving the group stuck in the room until he finishes talking.]

Normally, we spirits don't open our manor up to temporary guests. But desperate times have forced me to extend visitations beyond our usual tours, and residency has been extended to your select group. You shall remain here permanently, unless...

Well.

[...his tone goes slightly darker for a second, with a hint of reluctance. The candlelight dims for just a moment.]

If you end the life of one of your fellow guests without being discovered, you shall be allowed to leave.

[It takes a moment, but the lights return to their normal brightness, and his tone becomes chipper once more.]

Of course, you're more than welcome to stay in the manor as long as you like! Our spirits haven't spent time with the living for a while, so they'll be excited for the change of pace.

Comments

[terribibble]

[He would absolutely believe a Corduroy would slap him, and after being slapped twice today and punched once, he wants to head that off. At least between Mike and Julia he's kind of pulled himself together, though it's clear it's a very big 'kind of'.]

Just ghosts? Y'know how many ghosts 999 of them is? You could be standin' in one right now.

[kindaruledatit]

[She absolutely will, if he needs it. And possibly if he doesn't, but she wouldn't want to hit an old man too much.]

Ooor, there's one standing inside of me. Or you. Just try to keep a cool head, man, not like freaking out is gonna make it any better.

[She points over her shoulder to their host with the ghost.] Besides, the floating bedsheet over there just told me the ghosts are in the attic.

[terribibble]

That's -- that's good.

[If he's telling the truth. Fiddleford would frankly be unsurprised to find that a ghost is lying to them. That seems reasonable.]

But you have to see why it has me worried, is all.

[yourghosthost]

No, there is one ghost in the attic. There are many all around you.

[kindaruledatit]

Then what was that about a resident up there?