Before anyone in the family could move, a hollow-sounding, spectral voice emanated out from the walls.
“I grow weary of intruders!” said the voice. “You are all alike. Trespassing where you are not welcome, violating my sanctity, disturbing my eternal rest. I curse you and the last group of trespassers to become one another for the rest of your days!”
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