In the basement of a fine mansion several skeletons eat an ancient dinner of dust and spider eggs. They sit at fine tables and use fine china. Cobwebs cling to both the forks and the plates. They haven’t moved in years.
Fortunately, when they come alive soon they are surrounded by video rental racks filled with the latest Hollywood films. Entertainment won’t be added to the list of things they’ve missed.
Skeletons come alive when they are rattled by people longing to walk around the mansion anyway. Those foul-spirited Manor folk direct the unwitting into the basement.