“Albert Mooney says he loves her, all the boys are fighting for her.” The spectres increased their pace, the dance becoming… Well, not erratic but certainly much more lively. He heard the sound of tearing paper coming from above and a creeping apprehension along the back of his neck. The song was working, it had to be. The horrors above weren't currently speeding down to enact whatever horrendous fate would befall him if they were roused, after all. So then why were they becoming so agitated? “They knock at the door, and they ring the bell saying, ‘Oh my true love are you well?’” 