Welwyn Ghost Stories
Chapter II

Chocolate(s) were exchanged, this is true however, here is the somewhat made for TV version from what I remember:

Timeframe: Cold late October night, moonless (except the three of us wore no pants), had to be a Sunday or Tuesday, it had something to do with classes at NCC, if I had to say a year I would have to go c. Perl Jam releases first album, all tracks save Jeremy are pretty cool (Little did we know the run of "Sailor Shanties" that would follow), Soundgarden enters studio to record magnum opus "Superunknown" What year is that?

Me (J3K), Moomatz and Lu'e are walking between the Mansion and the Greenhouse on the cobblestone road.

J3K: "And you could see the glass moving, like someone was hitting it."

MOO: "[Bends arm slightly, holding index and first fingers upright like statue of St. Yunyach the sanctimonious having sores licked by Sen. Tom Keane (R NJ)] Perhaps my prose, which is the most celebrated on Earth could coax this apparition, this phantom of the unholy manor to make…"

LU'E: "(Interrupting) Jim, we could buy the house, keep it haunted, and sell haunted hot dogs and chocolate, Jim, hot chocolate!, and we can put two hotdogs in a pentagram…"

* BANG * (loud crashing sound, coming from the Mansion)

MOO: "Dude, that was really weird."

J3K: "Yea right, we were just talking about…"

* * * B A N G ! ! ! * * * (louder crashing sound coming from the greenhouse)

J3K: "Did the temperature just drop like 10 degrees?"

MOO: "Well, something doesn't like us being here."

LU'E: "Jim, lets write a song about Alistair Crowly!"

J3K: "Louie, lets get the fuck out of here."

(pops and snaps coming from the greenhouse beside us, not footsteps)

Three of quickly, silently make our way back to the hole in the fence at Webb Institute, get into Jim's '78 busted-ass Buick and haul ass to 7-11 where stories are told over Nachos and the politically correct "Crazy Horse Malt Liquor" 40 oz. hepum' big medicine pour.