The voice, rather rudely, chuckles. "Not many do. It's very hush-hush."
Ah, this one shut the door. Perfect.
Far more quietly than the hinges, the Host makes certain it locks itself.
"Another lost soul has come wandering through a short time ago. At my suggestion, he was taking a tour of the place. This is a rather unique property, and I do so love showing off my hard work. You see, we don't get many visitors...quite like yourselves."
The season for the rare visitor is over, he had thought. The number peaks around Halloween, and then all the dull mortals keep away. This year, not even Halloween brought a fleshly fool all the way into the Mansion, stopping at the front door when it was clear there was no candy. Even he can't please everyone.
"But at last! Not one, but two adventurous spirits have wandered in. There's quite the perilous party just beginning in celebration of these old doors being opened again."
Above that doorway, the unseen Host hovers, taking this other mortal in. Around the room, despite the shut door and relatively intact windows keeping out the wind, the flames flicker and dim.
"Kindly step this way, into our ghastly gallery. For your own tour; I must insist. You'd like to find your fiend, and keep out of that weather, hmm? No need to catch your death of cold. Though your ghost could easily fit in, with all our currently empty rooms."
How clear had the skies been before? It doesn't matter. Now, the gentle hiss of rain begins, nearly drowning out a few distant chords of music.
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Date: 2018-12-14 07:12 pm (UTC)Ah, this one shut the door. Perfect.
Far more quietly than the hinges, the Host makes certain it locks itself.
"Another lost soul has come wandering through a short time ago. At my suggestion, he was taking a tour of the place. This is a rather unique property, and I do so love showing off my hard work. You see, we don't get many visitors...quite like yourselves."
The season for the rare visitor is over, he had thought. The number peaks around Halloween, and then all the dull mortals keep away. This year, not even Halloween brought a fleshly fool all the way into the Mansion, stopping at the front door when it was clear there was no candy. Even he can't please everyone.
"But at last! Not one, but two adventurous spirits have wandered in. There's quite the perilous party just beginning in celebration of these old doors being opened again."
Above that doorway, the unseen Host hovers, taking this other mortal in. Around the room, despite the shut door and relatively intact windows keeping out the wind, the flames flicker and dim.
"Kindly step this way, into our ghastly gallery. For your own tour; I must insist. You'd like to find your fiend, and keep out of that weather, hmm? No need to catch your death of cold. Though your ghost could easily fit in, with all our currently empty rooms."
How clear had the skies been before? It doesn't matter. Now, the gentle hiss of rain begins, nearly drowning out a few distant chords of music.