Nirvana: Don't do it Dave, don't help him! It's a trick! This isn't part of the story tag but the suspense is killing me. Come on Nirvana, tell us what happens next!!

Lurch rolls his eyes and groans. He tosses down the drink meant for Miss Nirvana, then takes the bottle from Mad April Hare and retires to his own room.

Miss Tuesday sets the horse loose as Mr Hare continues his pursuit...of the horse. Hoping to find cover before her ruse is discovered, Miss Tuesday dives into a bail of hay only to find it is already occupied by bwilderedman...

You'd be bewildered too if some dame came crashing in on you inside a bail of hay.

They had heard rumors of what went on at the Normal estate, but as with most rumors it all sounded too strange to be true. Anyone who had actually been there had little to say, and acted as though there was nothing unusual about it. Others didn't want to talk about it.

I did those theatres when I was home recovering from surgery. I had nothing else I could do and it was a fun way to pass the time. I almost hated going back to work after I got back on my feet.

Yeah, it's supposed to be the start of another story. I've been racking my brain trying to think of how to start one, or what it could be about...I've never played this before, but Tuesday got a kick out of how I included her in the last one. I know the start to this new one is a little over the top, but I wanted to make sure everyone got the idea...it's supposed to be weird and funny, with maybe some suspense thrown in and clues leading somewhere or to something or other. Tuesday wanted to see a comedy, but I want to leave plenty of room for it to go anywhere anyone wants it to go.

Imagine if you will a home on the outskirts of town, untouched by time or space or paint, where friends and relatives come to celebrate once a year. Meet Ward and June Normal, hosts to a holiday event which every year a randomly picked couple will be invited to join in the festivities...

Thanksgiving promises to be no different for Brad and Christine Mollard than for anyone else, but this year they have received a mysterious invitation to dine and recline at a home few are aware exists, and with people who are only seen once a year in...

The Thanksgiving Zone

Jason whispered again..."Sara, why are you still here?"
Sara looked at Jason with her big brown eyes, staring blankly at him. "You must leave this place now, before you become a part of it."
Jasons remark startled her. She had realised early on everyone here was dead, ghosts with portraits and newspaper clippings marking their lives and deaths. She had assumed she too was a ghost, but was too afraid to openly admit this, even to herself.
"What do you mean, Jason?" she asked? "How can I leave if I have died and am here with you? Am I not trapped here as well?"
Jason shrugged, then looked annoyed. "Geez sis, I'm trying to help you and we don't have much time. You are not dead, you are still in your car but if you don't get back into your body soon you will be with all of us here forever...or until this place rots and then we have to move into another abandoned house and live there forever.