You received an unexpected invitation to the reading of a late millionaire’s will. Intrigued, you decided to attend, and to your surprise, the Monkees were also there. After the reading of the late millionaire’s will, the butler showed everyone to their room for the night.

The butler gave a curt nod and informed you all that the doors would lock promptly at midnight for “security reasons.” With that, he left, his footsteps echoing eerily down the hall.

“Security reasons?” Mike repeated, adjusting his wool hat. “That’s not suspicious at all.”

The Monkees exchanged uneasy glances, and Peter shivered. “Boy, it sure is spooky in here. You scared?” he muttered, his voice trembling.

Well, yes and no. Mostly yes,” Mike said before hurriedly walking off.

As the door creaked shut, Micky began making ghostly “oooooh” noises, waving his arms dramatically.

“Micky, cut it out!” Peter pleaded, his eyes darting around the room. Davy, clearly trying to lighten the mood, flopped onto the one huge bed in the room. “Hey, at least it’s a soft mattress. Could be worse!”

Just as he spoke, a loud thud sounded from above, causing everyone to freeze. “Okay, what was that?” Peter whispered, inching closer to Mike.

“Probably just the house settling,” Mike said, though his tone wasn’t entirely convincing.

Peter hopped on the bed next to Davy, clutching a pillow like a shield, looking around nervously. “I really don’t like this, guys.”

“Well,” Micky said, grinning mischievously despite the tension, “at least if it is haunted, we’ll have a great story for the next album cover!”

No one laughed.