On the night before Sir Vlank's 666th birthday, he called up his private fortune teller named Tarot Lady. Tarot Lady dealt with mostly Tarot cards, but she also did palm readings and ouji boards.
As she walked up the winding stair case up to Sir Vlank's bedroom, she felt a strange chill on the skin of her neck. "Ol' witches and wizs are making me fool out av mahself!" she thought aloud. She tried to just shake off the feeling, but it still lingered.
At last, she reached the last step, and she walked right in.
"Zeh Tarot Lady!" Sir Vlank groaned hoarsely but happily. He twitched.
"Iz meh, yow...