 You just had to go poking around a creepy, haunted house on Halloween, didn't you? Of course you were being watched. These old hags had been sizing you up for their pot since they spotted you stumbling across the cemetery. They figured you'd make a tasty morsel. What a mess you've gotten yourself into now. You're dinner!
 No escape. As soon as you laid eyes on these ugly crones you were frozen in place. You were seasoned and sauteed with a little eye of newt and bat guano. There was enough of you left over for them to enjoy next Halloween.
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