[…it was the cold winter…it had been several months since you went to the place you now call phantom manor…you faced many fears with in that dreadful place…ghosts, spirits…all wanting you dead…so you could stay there forever…but something told you to return to those twisted corridors…those terrifying whispers and screams that echoed through the walls…and the smell of Exoplasm…stained upon the walls…you walked through the doors…yet something was off…on one of the walls lied a wreath with wilted leafs… and there seem to be what looked like twisted Christmas decorations, all around… and then suddenly you were greeted with the disembodied voice you once heard before…]

“Ah…welcome back…I hoped you'd come back…”