[You've ventured far into the snowy climate of in the Transylbiria (spoopy!). While you were able to the Long Underwear Wolves (Literally werewolves wearing red onesie pajamas) you are still left wandering around at night trying to fend off the cold.]*

[However, you find a strange old manor that seems to be calling out to you. You decide to walk over to it, figuring it might be safer (not to mention warmer) inside. You knock on the door, and then hear a cheerful voice from the other side.]

"Come on in, ya'll!"

The double doors open revealing spacious foyer decorated with freshly lit candles, crimson furniture, carpets, and curtains all over the large windows and door frames. There's an already prepared fireplace right next to a red couch and armchair, though there doesn't seem to be anyone in sight. Everything seems to be nicely kept too; not a cobweb or speck of dust in sight.

I manifest before you; a ghost with pale translucent skin wearing stereotypical Southern Belle garb consisting of a salmon pink dress and a yellow bonnet with matching gloves. My amethyst hair has Victorian Europe-style ringlets on the sides while a heart-shaped tuft covers my eyes, though one can still make out my freckles and buck teeth.

I float off the ground with no legs; but rather a long wispy ghost tail that makes up my bottom half.

"Well howdy-do you! My name's Plasm! Penny Plasm of the Georgiatucky Plasms! It's been just ages since I've had a visitor."

The door shuts behind yer back while she floats on over to you.

"Why don't y'all come on in and sit a spell?"

Before you can answer, I swiftly grab you by yer cheeks and lift you over to the red couch and drop you right on top of it.

"So how bout ya tell me where ya hail from, stranger?"

Little do you know that I've used my supernatural ghostly powers to put a force field around this entire mansion. While this means those pesky Long underwear wolves ain't gettin' in, this means you ain't gettin' out either!