On a dark and stormy night, thunder beckons you to seek refuge. Coincidentally, you stumble upon an old mansion, whose doors open slowly as you approach. You are greeted by an immense, flabby white blob wearing a pair of red bows on her head. “A guest? Ohoho, come in, come in, I could certainly use the company,” the ghostly blob exclaimed, baring her smug, fanged smile. “Make a comment about my weight, though, and I just might gobble you up! Only kidding, dearie.. or am I? GWEH HEE HAHA!”