The house went wild with sound. Thousands of doors banged open and shut. Voices of the dead giggled in merriment. The overwhelming smell of jasmine filled Lily's nostrils, its sweetness almost suffocating her. At the same moment a cold hand pressed against her chest and began pushing the air from her body. She gasped trying to draw breath. That was when Polly screamed. "Oh no you don't. Get out of here you undead fiend."