So it begins...

When hinges creak in doorless chambers, and strange and frightening sounds echo through the halls; whenever candle lights flicker where the air is deathly still; that is the time when ghosts are present. Practicing their terror with ghoulish delight.


Welcome foolish muggles, to the Season of the Witch. The time of year when you can find wall to wall creeps, and hot and cold running chills. We've all heard of Gracey Manor and their 999 happy haunts from creepy old crypts all over the world. What no one knows, however, is how they became happy haunts in the first place! Tragic, really. So, I have decided to remedy that! Throughout this wonderfully wicked season, I will bring you stories of some of the Manor's more prominent guests as they appeared in their corruptible, mortal states. And to start off our month long swinging wake, I know just the spell to get us in the spirit of things! Given to me by our dear, beloved Madame Leota. You know, she has a remarkable head for materializing the disembodied!


Horntoads and lizards, fiddle and strum.
Please answer the role, by beating a drum!


Ghost fiends and furies, old friends and new.
Blow in a horn, so we'll know whether it's you!


Serpents and spiders, tail of a rat.
Call in the spirits, wherever they're at!


Rap on a table, it's time to respond.
Send us a message from somewhere beyond!


Goblins and ghoulies from last Halloween,
Awaken the spirits with your tambourine!


Creepies and crawlies, toads in a pong.
Let there be music from regions beyond!


Wizards and Witches, wherever you dwell.
Give us a hint by ringing a bell!