Clad in a tattered, grey robe, Moptop wandered through the abandoned house. Nearly everything in the house was broken and covered in dust, and, aside from the occasional creak, all was quiet. So far, the only living thing in the building was a small child he had come across in one of the rooms, and he had found the meeting extremely disquieting.
It was nothing, however, compared to what he now encountered. A dead child with vacant eyes and a greyish pallor was running around in circles in one of the rooms. Disgusted and terrified, Moptop tried to push the child over--anything to get it away from him--but it simply ignored him and kept running. Moptop fled the room.
Arriving in another area of the house, he found the TV cameras, crew, the scantily-clad hostess of the show, and the director. It was time.
"Welcome," Moptop said, in a melodramatic moan, "To the House of Terror!"
