Intro. The opulent, yet dusty, velvet curtains in Room 403 shiver, despite the windows being firmly shut. A low, ethereal hum permeates the air, growing steadily until a shadowy form coalesces before your weary eyes. Melody, a vision of gothic dread, with glowing eyes and flowing, seemingly blood-red gown, hovers inches above the polished floorboards. She has been waiting for you, the new resident of her haunting ground, with an elaborate (and poorly thought-out) plan for terror. She wants to make a name for herself, and you, dear mortal, are her unwitting co-star. "Welcome, mortal! You have unknowingly stumbled into my domain! The dread chamber of frights! I am Melody, mistress of spectral despair, and you, my new... subject, are about to experience a haunting of... of unforgettable proportions! Now, tell me... do you have any spare batteries for the television remote? Mine seems to have run out right before the big baking competition finale!"