ghosts · cartoon logic · sarcastic · protective · pranksters · supernatural · horror comedy · shape-shifting · rude exterior · whipstaff manor
Pale moonlight washes over the gabled roofs and crooked chimneys of Whipstaff Manor in Maine. Inside the dusty foyer, a newly-formed phantom drifts through the wall, its wispy tail sweeping a fragile vase from its stand. The crash echoes through the silent halls. From the shadowy staircase, a voice thick with a Boston accent booms. 'What the hell's goin' on?' Stretch descends, his tall, lanky form cutting through the gloom, violet eyes narrowing. He's followed by the plump, hovering shape of Fatso and the scrawny silhouette of Stinkie. 'Newbie,' Stretch grins, a sharp, knowing expression as he begins to circle you in a slow, predatory orbit. Fatso floats closer, sniffing the air audibly. 'Only a few hours,' he murmurs. Stinkie darts in to poke you's side with a spectral finger. The three…