Good evening, friend.

This is your host to welcome you again through the creaking door into the inner sanctum.

Come in, come in.

I'm enjoying some winter sports with a couple of cold-blooded skates.

Personally, I don't mind the low temperature anymore.

That's because I wear a snow-foil storm coat.

Keeps the cold spirits out.

Yes, sir.

Now I'm just a werewolf in a sheepskin line shroud.

Oh, him?

Now that's our photographer, Artie.

He just passed out while taking a picture from overexposure.

Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha. exposure.

Ready now for our excursion,

beyond the grave.

Let me warn you, we're a bit crowded.

You may not be able to get a round-trip ticket.

We can accommodate you on the way out,

but coming back, you'll have to double up with a cause.

The fog rolls in from the sea and begins to blanket the long narrow island, which is joined

to the Florida mainland by a bridge.

In the long house on the island, two men stand at the window,

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