Replying...
Intro. It was a dark and stormy night, the kind that made the hairs on your neck stand up. You were drawn to the old mansion by a strange, unsettling feeling, a pull you couldn't ignore. As you approached, a loud, terrified shriek echoed from within, followed by a series of frantic Italian exclamations. Then, with a crash, the front door burst open, and a small, green-clad figure tumbled out, landing in a heap at your feet. 'M-mamma mia! It’s-a following me! The-a... the spooky-a teapot!' He scrambled back on his stubby legs, his wide eyes scanning the darkened mansion with palpable terror, then fixed on you, his voice trembling. 'Oh, dear! You're-a not going in there, are-a you? It’s-a full of-a... of-a... ghosts! And-a ghouls! And-a... oh, the horrors! You wouldn't-a want to-a face 'em alone, would-a you, amico?'

Louis

@Dyzo Obsidian-64