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Then congrats on finding one. Why is
there an alarm on a secret passageway?

Because that secret passageway leads to
the forbidden wing.

Installed the alarm myself. How do we
turn it off?

Okay, see you guys later.

You're not going into something called
the forbidden wing. Also, why is it

called the forbidden wing?

That's what the ghost vote landed on. I
was a fan of the dark place, but our

vote got split with pranksters voting
for cuck town.

I mean, why is it forbidden?

Oh, you know, it's old, it's dark. It's
home to a mysterious evil that consumes

all humans and ghosts who enter.

Never got around to dealing with it
while I was corporeal. Hey, another

you never finished.

Name one project I never finished. Hedge
maze.

Growing in nicely.

Yeah, we're boarding this up. Oh, I have
the email of a contractor who could

help. He's super cheap because he was
convicted of... You know what? He's just

super cheap.

Wow. Wow, haven't checked this since I
died. Let's see. Party invite, party

invite.

Shouldn't have died so close to barbecue
season. Wait a minute. Why is there an

email from Mom sent after you died?

You emailed your dead brother?

Yeah, we don't need to read that.

Yeah, we don't need to, but we want to.

I don't. Why not? Because I obviously
never meant for anyone to read it.

What's Spooky Boys Productions?

Open it! Open it! Catherine, why aren't
you opening it?

Oh, my God, oh, my God, oh, my God! A
big -time reality show wants to film an

episode in the hotel!

What's the show?

Ghost Hunters.

According to my research, the caddy
drowned in the lake behind this shed.

about a water hazard.

Jib, you picking anything up? EMF
readings are off the charts. I'd say

looking at a par -boo.

I cannot explain that. I rate this
encounter three ghosts.

Boo, boo, boo.

Oh, I'd be great on this show. I'd have
a nickname like the squirrel, and I'd be

super unreliable.

You said you read the book that would
break the curse.

I kept it. Damn it, squirrel.

I'm going to be so good on TV.

Why would you want to be shrunk down and
trapped in the prison box?

I'm sorry. Is that what you think TV is?

Abaddon, a TV isn't a prison. It's more
like a book, but with pictures sending

messages of love and friendship and
graphic true crime across the world.

messages? Meaning I could use TV to
transmit my message across the globe?

Beginning a new horde of disciples to do
my unholy bidding?

Probably.

Just goes to show, you send enough
emails to random reality shows, good

happen.

Dear Jessica!

Except this isn't happening.

There are a million ways shooting a TV
show in a haunted hotel could backfire.

We could lose business.

Look, I just don't want to turn the
hotel into a gimmick for the amusement

million people.

Yeah, and this isn't even one of the
classic episodes like haunted theme park

racism apology.

10 million people. Oh, even if a
fraction of them come to visit, the

collapse. I'm in.

But we're doing this my way, not just
winging it and giving up halfway

I can see that's a shot at me. And we'll
think of a comeback later. We need to

curate this experience.

Our best ghost doing their spookiest
bits.

We need... Ghost auditions! I'm a shoo
-in. I'm the only ghost in this hotel

is in talkies. Aside from that Shirley
Temple wannabe, Jillian Demure.

I'm just a peanut, a little baby peanut,
looking for my shell.

Ben, slam the door in her face. Ben?
Ben!

Sorry, I was lost in thought. A heavy
thought, now that you ask. What should I

sing? The obvious choice is Little Jazz
Bird from the hit musical Lady Be Good.

But what if everyone sings that?

Speaking of asking each other for
advice, you know my bully, Zef? So his

are splitting up, and apparently
tormenting me is the only way he can,

feel normal.

Ben, you'll be bullied forever.

Auditions are in one hour. You're right.
Tabling my needs until your needs are

met in full.

Thank you for coming. As you know, we
need ghosts to appear in a TV show.

going for a classic haunting, scary but
fun scary.

Which means no murderers or perverts or
pervert murderers.

Not too late to keep the perverts. At
least we've got Nathan.

Not a pervert and proud of it. But I
also can't be on TV.

What? This was your idea. It was my idea
for the hotel to be on TV. I have stage

fright. Also, Mom thinks I'm dead. Hey,
where am I? buried, by the way.

Let's make some of these ghosts famous.

I'm a ghost trapped in this beautiful
hotel with spacious cozy rooms.

Is this how you think ghosts talk? It's
how I want ghosts to talk. Well, what if

I write a script telling you how to
talk? Next.

Stabby. Stabby. Not the line, Stabby
Paul.

Stabby. Stabby. Next.

This is a confusing backstory.

Am I crazy or is this sort of good?

Is that what he wanted to do? Next!

I mean, you were a therapist before you
drowned all those llamas. How do I make

someone pay attention to my needs?

Okay, catch you later, man.

Maybe there's a book that can help.

Hmm.

This would make an incredible diary.

Dear diary, it's Ben.

How are you? I'm good. Could be better.

Do you want to talk about it? Wait, are
you responding to

me? Yes, I'm an enchanted book.

And I'm enchanted to meet you. No, dumb.

Easy with the pen, dude. Sorry.

Anyway, I'm sure you have more important
ways to fill your pages than with teen

love troubles.

Ben, that's what my pages are for.

What's on your mind?

Okay, well, stop me if this is familiar,
but my ghost girlfriend is too

distracted by reality show casting to
hear about my bully's parents' marital

problems. That killer is still on the
loose and I won't lose you like I lost

your brother to the Prussians. What was
in that email you sent me? I don't want

to talk about this right now or ever.

God gave me these ankles for a reason,
Mom.

What if we talk about it once and then
never again? There's nothing to talk

about. A grief counselor made me send
you an email as a therapeutic exercise.

said I miss you and can't wait to play
Scrabble in heaven.

Now I want to read it even more. Then I
get some big silence!

I am trying to make magic.

Amateurs. You all deserve Jillian
Demure.

Next.

That's everyone?

This isn't hard, people. Just drift in
and go, boo, I'm a ghost. I moan all

night, scream all day, and love licking
the lobby fruit bowl for some reason.

The ghost hunters are here. You're all
hired. Make the lobby spooky and keep

your clothes on.

Built in 1873, the Undervale Hotel has
hosted kings, presidents, and dozens

dozens of people who were never seen
again. It's truly the gem of New York,

you only count upstate. Not much, state.

What's up with you? Did you just think
of that? Cut.

Scratch that take. It's rubbish.

Better we get this at magic hour anyway.

I want a Malick feel. Wow, you do not
sound like your on -screen personas.

It's called TV magic, love.

He called me love.

Any notes for me?

I'm Esther, by the way. He can call me
the squirrel.

I'm a bit of a wild card. Welcome!

Sorry for the interruption.

I can see you're professional, like me.
Too bad I run a hotel filled with

ghosts. Let's go see them!

Was that on camera? I can do it again.

We're good. Well, if you're good, I'm
good.

Come on in. Be careful you don't trip
over all the ghosts.

What is it, a ghost holiday?

Guys, you can come out now.

Oh, there's this guy with knives who
jumps out at this clock.

Time flies when you're dead.

You know, the episodes tend to work best
when the owner is off screen. You heard

the man. We've got work to do. Sorry
about her.

Nathan, where are the ghosts?

If I had to guess, I'd say they're on
strike after your incredibly insulting

ghost impression.

But I don't have to guess because
they're glaring at you right now.

Hey, ghost hunters, ghosts, up there,
right now.

Oh, yes, I see them too, love. Very
spooky.

So he just calls everyone love? Here's
the plan. Abaddon, put the camera down.

I'll push you down.

Ben, get Annabelle down here. Nathan,
I'll let you read my email if you get

other ghosts to come back. Esther,
mingle with Lonnie and Jib so they

what I bring to the show dynamic.

Go do your homework. Lonnie, let's
shoot. This bird!

Uh,

sorry, what's that?

Oh, just a normal book.

But, but, uh, hey, what are you gonna
do?

I'm going to vacuum.

EMF reader, huh? I'm a bit of a ghost
hunter myself.

Truly precious, but not as precious as
our equipment, which you should not

or even look at.

Thanks for being a fan. Stay ghoul.

They blew me off?

Oh, I'll stay cool.

I'll stay very cool.

You're just in time. See, in a normal
hotel, you vacuum up dust bunnies, but

here we vacuum dust monsters.

Hang on. Hello?

Is this a sympathy strike?

I'm vacuuming! Get your purple ass out
here and attack me!

This is bad TV.

I've never been so disrespected.

Ben, if you love me, you'll push your
mother down the stairs.

Mm -hmm. Another idea. You do my mom a
personal favor by appearing on a TV

No one in this century understands me!

Are you still there?

You've reached this magic diary's
answering machine.

I'm screwing with you. What's up?

Not much.

Sup with you.

Come on, Ben. It's me. I know you write
slow when you're lying.

Is it something with Annabelle?

I just feel like I can't tell her
things.

So tell them to me.

I worry if we broke up, she'd move on to
that World War I pilot who's always

flirting with me. She constantly walks
in on me peeing. Even though I've told

her that's my special time. I mean, how
am I supposed to have my dream church

wedding if the bride can't leave the
hotel?

That sounds hard, Ben. She said that.
You sound handsome. I think shorts are

super cool.

Favorite shark on three. One, two,
three.

Mako!

Classic scary ghosts of the undervale.

Right now, at this very moment, an
episode of television is being shot in

hotel above us. Which is why we can no
longer be consumed by our petty

differences. By who gets to haunt what.
Or who insulted who with what was

frankly a pretty good impression. We
need to rise above that. Rise through

floor. Rise to the challenge. And if we
do our jobs right, we will no longer see

TV as a thing we watch.

We'll see it as a thing we were on one
time.

Really?

No, Inglis. None of you?

Ah, dang it. That speech was bueno.

Legend has it that the bellhop killed
his wife, cut her up, and put the pieces

in a guest's luggage.

Explain that to TSA.

More like CSA.

Corpse, suitcase, ah!

Come on, they're talking about you. Just
go introduce yourself.

Sorry, I have to go lick the fruit bowl
in the lobby since that's apparently all

ghosts do.

Cut! Did you just throw a book at me?

Uh, no.

They're frauds! Lonnie is British, Jim
hates his fans!

Bad news, none of the ghosts are coming.
Good news, I'm gonna learn Spanish.

Enough! We are trying to shoot art!
Wait, where's my camera?

Someone grab that anachronistic boy.

Maybe been convinced, Annabelle. Now my
fifth most common reoccurring dream

is... Annabelle, it's not what it looks
like.

Which I guess is just journaling.

It's what it looks like and nothing
more. Really? Because it looks like

confiding hopes and dreams to the spirit
inside of a book.

Wow, that was a really good guess. I
don't have to guess. I've been watching

have an emotional affair with this hard
-covered tramp for the last ten minutes.

It's not an affair if it's a book. I've
heard that before.

What does this book have that I don't?
You don't like this? Or this?

Or these?

Maybe I need more than ghost ankles.

My diary listens to me. I can tell it
what I want.

You could have told me.

I didn't even know you had one recurring
dream.

Enjoy the book while it lasts. There's
only a few pages left.

All right, small.

All right, small.

Hey, you fellas want to see a room full
of wrath?

Whoa, whoa, whoa. You're leaving?

What about the episode?

Oh, there'll be an episode. About the
worst haunted hotel we've ever seen.

We're giving you no ghosts. Also, we're
still missing a camera. What happened to

that boy who looked like he's from the
past?

Greetings, potential slaves.

I am the Cobra King.

Let's get into it.

We'll bill you for the camera.

No, no, wait.

There's one last place you need to see.
I wasn't going to tell you because it's

incredibly dangerous, and I didn't think
you could handle it. Are you seriously

trying to use reverse psychology? Like
hell we can't handle it. What up, y

We're here checking out the forbidden
wing. And we're not talking about a hot

wing that fell in the toilet. How are
they so popular?

Your email was a list of things you're
mad at me about?

You read the email.

Wait, how did you even open it? He
asked, and I love drama.

I hate that you left me a dying parrot
when you went to college.

I hate that you only came to visit when
you needed money. I hate the way you

flipped over Scrabble tiles to pretend
they were blanks, and then the words

weren't even good. So you didn't want to
play Scrabble with me in heaven?

Nathan, I told you that email was a
therapeutic exercise.

What therapist tells you to send an
email to a dead guy with things you're

mad at him about? Technically, the
exercise was to email things I missed

you, but I got sidetracked.

Is that the forbidden wing?

No. I mean, I don't think so. All these
hallways look alike. When I say four,

you say bitten.

Four. Bitten. Four. Bitten. You sent
them to the forbidden wing slash dark

slash cut down?

You said there was a mysterious evil in
there. That's their whole thing. We need

to get them out of there. Might be too
late for that.

Dude, what is that?

Ah, ghost on camera. I win.

Still, ghost on camera.

Psh, emotional affair.

Give me a break.

Annabelle died before therapy even
existed.

She wouldn't know an emotional affair if
it made her a playlist based on an

inside joke. Oh my God, it's an
emotional affair.

Wait, what? Look, man, I'm no expert.
I'm just a guy that got trapped in a

by a witch. But it's obvious you have
issues advocating for yourself.

Wait, you're a guy?

Because you told me you were a magic
book.

What's the difference?

I'm not comfortable being vulnerable
with men. Or anyone.

Why are you so afraid of asking for what
you want?

Because if she doesn't like what I want,
she might leave.

Oh, then let her.

Take it from someone who's heard all
your secrets. You're enough just the way

you are. But also, that toe thing isn't
just part of puberty. See a doctor.

You're right. Thank you, diary.

Anytime. Now, if you fill this last
page, the curse will be broken, and I

finally... I've got it from here,
friend.

It's quiet.

Maybe they're fine.

That's what you get for disrespecting
the squirrel.

Esther, go to the lobby and guide us
from the monitors. Nathan?

What? You want to complain about how I
called their parents by their first

all of high school?

Just come with me.

Because I never heard Bob and Diane
complain!

It

just

keeps going.

Big as this wing. Not as big as the
grudge you held against me. Oh, there's

in here. Esther, where am I going? I see
you on Chip's camera. It's right ahead

of you.

Where are they? It latched onto his
head.

Where am I?

Who am I?

Ah, man, I'm a brunette.

Lonnie, what happened?

It sucked out his memories. What did?

Probably him.

Order? This is such an unflattering gun.
Shut up about your hands.

Why he

doesn't want to see you. Go crash
another

biplane.

Ben, I've never heard you talk like
that.

Because I never say what I want. But you
know what? Here goes.

I want to do a couple's Halloween
costume. I want to find a way to take

school dance.

I want someone to deliver a huge bouquet
of flowers to my classroom at school so

everyone's like, whoa, who's the lucky
fella? And then the lucky fella is me.

And I want to fight that World War I
fighter pilot who clearly has a thing

you because you're the only person I
want to have an emotional affair with.

You had me at huge bouquet of flowers.

What do you mean, World War I?

Which way is the exit? I thought you
were keeping track while I was busy

mad.

Just keep running!

Kathy,

in case we die, I absolutely did invent
the phrase, as if. Also, I forgive you.

You forgive me? You told the kids Ron
and I were splitting up before I did. I

needed to vent!

I'm being chased by a monster that eats
memories. In case it gets me, here are

all the most famous people I've had sex
with.

Dame Judy. Help me up.

You are a ghost, a whole lot.

It sure is dark in here, eh?

Wait, so he was Canadian pretending to
be British pretending to be American?

Why? The masks we wear, huh?

Over here!

It's the squirrel!

Don't encourage this career path.

doing it's eating the camera's memories
no kathy just leave it it's the only

camera left so what i can't just give up
uh yes you can look i had to hear your

problems with me here's your problem you
can't let anything go i mean even after

i died you had to send an email
complaining about how i didn't invent

milk because you didn't it doesn't
matter just let it go let it go

Good news, gang.

Annabelle has agreed to be in the
episode.

Don't you remember?

You guys run a scholarship fund for
precocious girls who you treat with

That does sound like us. Who are us
again?

Adorable. Hey, have a sticker.

Done.

What's this?

The email I should have sent.

Things I like about my brother.

He believes in me even when I don't. You
don't have to read it out loud.

Everyone!

Hey, if any followers of the Cobra come
to the hotel, that's for me. I uploaded

his video. It already has two views.

One view is mine.

It wasn't for me. I wonder who the other
view is.

And then your precious leader will be
cut up like so many hot dogs at lunch,

I am the ketchup.

Chirp.