Whispered Omens

As the sixth clock tolled, Sir Ignatius fell into a stupor—and into his cat's food bowl—spilling prophecies alongside fishy dismay.

Out from beneath the ancient staircase, lifted solely by coincidence, Esmerelda yelped, "All Hallow's Eve at noon? I've lost my pants again!"

Within the crypt, phantom candles flickered a light that whispered reminders: Not open for tours until Tuesday...or possibly next Halloween.

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