Once they were inside, Marcia and Rusty looked around to find themselves waiting inside a small room. The room was ten feet, by ten feet, by ten feet and something told them that they would be waiting here for a moment before they could enter the rest of the house. Marcia and Rusty weren't quite sure of what was going on, but they went along with it anyway. The room, being perfectly square, was quite deceiving since each wall was painted a different color. Also, in this room, were two built-in sofas that were set into a sort of recess in the wall, allowing for the room to remain perfectly square and symmetrical. Sitting in this room, the three looked at each other, Marcia and Rusty curious about why they were just sitting there, Rusty said what he knew Marcia was also thinking.
"What is the purpose of us doing this?"
"It is a Scottish tradition my family upheld for generations."
Marcia looked at Rusty sternly to sit down since he was still standing. Getting frustrated with just sitting there, Rusty ran his fingers through his hair and pressed downward placing a lot of pressure on the outside of his skull. Not being able to take "it", whatever "it" was, jumped to his feet in a sudden and quick burst of pent up energy.
"Can we please just get on with things!?"
Marcia sternly looked at Rusty again, this time with more force, with eyes that were like cold and sharpened steel. Feeling her eyes pierce through him like the solid spikes they were, Rusty slowly seated himself at the other side of the room from Marcia, sulking where he sat. Like an overprotective mother to her young, Christine sat next to Rusty as he whimpered and sulked, coddling him like he was a small boy who just needed his "mommy". Looking at everyone's actions just then, Marcia snapped out of the mood she mysteriously found herself in, becoming completely aware of what just happened. Jumping to her feet, Marcia ran over to Christine and Rusty, snapping her fingers wildly to bring them back to reality. At first, their roles held strong as Rusty pulled back and swatted at Marcia to get away, while Christine held Rusty's head tightly to her bosom. Marcia knew that she could not relent and after the fourth attempt, both Christine and Rusty snapped out of their "trance" finding themselves in a very awkward state of affairs.
"Wha... what happened to us Marcia?"
"Honestly Rusty, I am not entirely sure, but I think we just had a temporary possession."
"Well... that's about the thirteenth time this has happened here since the last full moon. This is the fifth time I have experienced it personally in this very room."
"Christine, where else do things occur?"
"Well Rusty, the men's wing experiences loud howling and some of the male staff have seen a dirty, mud covered, foul smelling... if not decaying dog wearing a wide leather collar with several sharp steel spikes jutting out from it."
"What else can you tell me about it, so I can be on the look-out for it?"
"Well, lets see... It's fur is as black as a light-less night; it's eyes are empty and seemingly cold while flames leap from it's sockets. A foul, heavily sulfur ridden smoke plumes from it's nostrils and maw from time to time. Other than that Rusty, I can't tell you any more as I have never seen it personally. From what the staff here have told me, it never ever appears anywhere else in the entire estate but in the male dormitory wing."
"How about the women's side, Christine?"
"Oh! There is a terrible creature that shows herself every night. She is ghastly and pale, while slightly transparent to a degree while wearing awfully tattered clothes. She flies up and down the halls at all hours of the night, pounding away at the doors to all of the occupied rooms, wailing and screaming so loudly that only dogs should be able to hear it."
Marcia knew exactly what they were going to encounter at some point during their stay at the mansion. Marcia excused herself and Rusty to leave Christine to only open the door to the main portion of the estate.
"Rusty, it sounds like you will probably come across a hell-hound and I will probably have a run-in with a banshee."
"Yes, that does sound to be the case. Although hell-hounds tend to lead to more devilish and demonic presences or creatures. The way things seem, especially with the full moon being involved as well as role to play in all of this, I would not be surprised if I might run into a werewolf!"
"True, very true Rusty. This is very exciting and troublesome at the same time. We will just have to wait and see what the night will bring."