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After a thourough check of the door, hinges, walls, floor and ceiling, anywhere that could conceal nasty poisons, needles or giant spinning blades... but mercifully, they seem absent. The gobber gives you a thumbs-up, wiping cobwebs off his snout.
You bunch up around the door, exchanging wary glances, ready for anything... except the howling holocaust of ectoplasm that errupts out of the doorway as the oaken portal swings outwards.
An etheric wind smashes into the hall you stand in, cold slimy gales clawing at your flesh and the roaring making speech all but impossible. The wind is visible, like tendrils of translucent green-grey ooze made incorporeal, writhing tormentedly in the air. When you see each other through it, futily trying to cover your eyes and mouth form the cloying, strangulating gales, you seem ghoulish, distorted. Amidst the spectral storm, a deforme,d nsarling face can be seen, gnarled teeth bared, broad, inhumaly smooth face reeking of malice.
"SsSsSoOoOoo..." it screeches. "ThHhiIeeEvVVvsssSs CcomMmme tOo mMy lLaaaairRrrR... fOoOools! YyouUUu wiIIillLlL NnNnnevEer LlEEavVe..."
Booming, manical laughter fills the air as the ghostly wind buffets you.
