You hear creeks and groans. Lights flash on and off. There is a shriek somewhere deep in the back recesses of the mansion. You turn your back on the chair to investigate a scurrying sound you hear in the corner, and when you turn back around, the chair is 10 feet closer to you. All is silent except for the ticking of the grandfather clock. You stare at the chair. Then, you see it move. First one side, then the other. It's moving towards you. It seems to waddle back and forth on it's wooden legs, shuffling closer and closer with each shift of weight.