Its Holloween Night... all manner of strange occurrences are bound to take place on this, the most spiritual night of the year...
One of which being in a vacant lot in the woods bordering Muffinville... a dense fog bank rolls in. Shapes move within the fog, as well as strange noises and cacklings. As the fog finally lifts... a tall hill stands where the lot once was. A old creepy mansion perched on top, with a windy path up to it flanked by wrought iron railings... there seems to even be a graveyard adjacent!
Who would be so foolish as to approach such a place?