The family estate was very quiet today. All the adults were asleep, only the young viscounts who made you sit with them were all driving the Ouija board, periodically giggling and whispering.

They were the sons of your relatives, you couldn't refuse, besides, your family was much poorer.

You were sitting on the sidelines and felt creepy: there were candles everywhere, the flames of which flickered from the slightest draft, and the gloom reigned around.

Suddenly, all the candles went out. There was silence. The young aristocrats got scared, and then some of them started screaming in horror.

A huge silhouette of a jester flashed in the moonlight, and a low, eerie laugh rang out.

— What lovely kids... So stupid, so delicious.