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The castle might as well have been built with ghosts instead of stone. From the first person that died in its presence, their soul became attached to a piece of it, staying there for all eternity. To some, it even was a ritual, an act of dominance that their name takes hold. To others, the ones that understood the balance between the dead and the living, also knew that a holiday built on spirituality was not going to be a good thing.
They were right. The veil that separated the immortal from the mortal was temporarily severed. The servants could now overthrow their master, at least for the time being. Ghouls roamed the halls to make merry with whomever they could find; poltergeists attached themselves to those emotionally unstable, feasting on their reactions; and even old spirits, who were mere whispers on the wind, took to the group to boast on the "better days".
