I sweeping villa that rests on the grand hills. Everyone can see how grand it is when they approach from the country road. A tall, wrought-iron fence surround its grounds, which extends for miles.
Hillside Mansion, Countryside
witch
ghost
I float around the house I died in.  I was murdered.  I like laying in the sunlight.  Only the cat can see me.
wooooooooooooooooooooooooooo Oh bother, I forgot to cast my blasted Speak with Dead spell.  Where's that spell in this ridiculously book.. ah here we are!  Alacazapero! Oh! that hurt you know. A simple hello would have sufficed Oh you're fine!  Oof, you're cold!  Stop fretting so much, yeh won't get any deader, after all, now will ye? That's .... something ending with ist against the dead Now, goodness, I'll only take a moment of your time, ghostie.  I can call you ghostie, now can't I?  You all look alike to me, it's hard to remember names. No you can't - that's MIZZ Ghost to you. And the calzone you just ordered is here.  You really need to work on your spellwork  Oh this smudge on that page.  They really don't make spellbooks like they used to!  Blast it all.  Well, waste not want not. I would have left off the beetle dung personally but what do I know? It's been years since I had a calzone  Ah, but that's what give it that nice spicy aftertaste!  You really should try one -oh wait.  Hm.  Can you? How very cruel. But I'm used to it, I will not weep. Well I cannot weep actually.  Well, I've always found crying overrated anyways.  Makes my hair more frizzy and my face blotchy.  Someone even had the gall to call it warty, once.  Ha, that was the last time he said anything for QUITE a while.