Spiderlegs was near the front of the Broken House. He climbed out of a hole in the ceiling, hanging down with all but one arm, looking around. He could see the others ghouls and creatures roaming about, as it was the middle of the night, when everyone was usually out and about. The squeaking of rats, the howling of the wind, the chittering of imps. Everything seemed to be as it should be. The gardens outside were infested with large and dangerous plants, the gargoyles were on the roof, and everything was normal.