Necromancy, LTD

“Should start any minute now,” Mrs. Lowry said. Even as she spoke, the lights flickered and went out. A ghostly face appeared, then two more. A bearded man and two elaborately-coiffed women climbed into an ancient automobile, all faintly translucent. They motored away through the wall in eerie silence.

“Well, that’s certainly paranormal,” said Sturgot. “Standard containment and removal fees would-“

“They’re not the problem,” Mrs. Lowry snapped.

A moment later, a spectral hound, all rotting flesh and hideous fangs, burst through the far wall, trailing ectoplasm across the floor. It barked furiously as it pursued the disappearing Model T.