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{THIS IS A VERY, VERY LITERATE GROUP}

Nestled in the hills just away from town limits sits a huge mansion, a menacing, looming force that has entranced the population for decades. No one quite remembers who the original owners were, and theres not a soul left who could tell you the story of the place. It's a house lost to time, abandoned for years to the cobwebs and dust of the ages. Many myths surround it, weaving tales of murder and mystery. It's regarded as a haunted house, and is avoided at all costs, especially at night. No one dared to approach it, and it remained unsold and unclaimed for the majority of its life.
Only recently have lights been seen in the first floor windows. The townspeople report eerie colored lights spilling out into the overgrown lawn, dancing and twisting among the long stalks and disappearing before the sun comes up. Flickers of movement, shadows through the backyard, and strange noises are all reported, spreading rumors like wildfire through the frightened town. The real surprise came when one morning they woke up to find the grass cut, the broken windows repaired, and the long forgotten garden tended to. Curious, a group of them had knocked shyly on the door only to receive no response.
Months went by and the residents watched fearfully as transformations in the mansion appeared overnight. A new door, replacing the warped old one. A new walkway. Curtains drawn over the windows. They could hear the sounds of someone working inside but every time they worked up enough courage to knock on the door they would hear no answer. Curious and nervous, the town had no choice but to wait out whatever was coming.
Then, quite suddenly, flyer's began to appear around the town. People noticed them stapled to telephone poles, put out in neat stacks in stores who swore to never receiving them, and just fluttering across the streets on currents of wind. It seemed no one knew how they got there, but the clean font printed across them was known by heart all across town.
“Celebrate the Witch's Brew Festival with the [G]host club!”
The blue paper was decorated by only these words, with the address of the mansion, and spiderwebs. The delicate, beautiful face of a young man smiled back at them from the hundreds of sheets scattered about. There was something haunting about his features, and the young girls found themselves all but entranced by it. Very quickly they began to look forward to the date on the paper with bother excitement and dread. For, though they thought the mansion to be haunted, they couldn't stop themselves from wanting to go and see the man on the paper in person.
Halloween, they say, is the day when ghosts of the dead can wander the earth and seek out their loved ones. Halloween belongs to witches, pumpkins, and ghouls. The atmosphere of the thirty-first of October was all but friendly with the biting wind and yellowed leaves, but the residents of the town found the most terror in the mansion. All the windows were aglow now, with a gentle light that spilled out over the clean-cut lawn. There had been a sign added that day, when no one was looking. In clean, elegant handwriting it read, 'Welcome.'
Some in costume, some not, they cautiously approached the front door, clutching each other for courage. Before the first had even managed to knock, the door had been flung open.
Candlelight spilled over them and they blinked at the sight of a young women with her arms held open. The grin on her face seemed almost smug as she looked down at them, and she murmured something too low for them to hear, seemingly to the air. Someone chuckled behind her before stepping up to her side. Unhesitating, she threw her arm over his shoulder,
“Welcome to the [G]host club, girls! Come on in, I have a surprise.”

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