An old foggy cemetery at midnight, crooked crosses and mossy tombstones, pale moonlight cutting through the mist. [Tall dramatic ghost] in a torn translucent shroud rises slowly from a grave, arms spread wide theatrically. [Tall dramatic ghost, deep booming voice] wails: "boooo! tremble, mortals, the night is mine!" During this, [Small chubby ghost] remains silent. Immediately, [Small chubby gh...
