For her part, Abigail waits at the door, welcoming every arrival and offering to take their coat.

She looks the part of a proper Widdowson, something she grows into more and more every day. Tall and pale and blonde, draped in black and with a solemn expression, she could pass for any generation of women born to the Widdowson name.

"Thank you for coming," she murmurs. "I will caution you against violence or the use of any magic within these walls. The house has its own ways of punishment."

Simply intentionally creepy? Perhaps in the spirit of the Halloween she isn't celebrating? Or something darker? A true warning?