If you ever wondered what a true haunted house party might look like—minus movie clichés and plus actual ghosts—let the cast of The Haunting of Crumbleton Manor set the scene.


Welcome to the Haunted Host Committee
It’s a classic October evening at Crumbleton Manor, all flickering pumpkins and moaning floorboards. Maggie Hawkins, our endlessly sarcastic blogger, has her phone out and her skepticism at the ready. Tom, Crumbleton’s resident Snack Engineer, arrives carrying an armload of pizza and trick-or-treat potential. Nina, the gothic ghost believer of the crew, has an EMF meter in each hand and hopes for an authentic haunting. Lady Eleanor, Crumbleton’s eternal Victorian hostess, glides through the halls she’s been haunting for decades. Barnabas, always up for a prank, ensures your left sock goes missing the minute you step inside.

Plotting the Perfect Paranormal Party
Maggie livestreams while rating hauntings from “basic decor” to “properly cursed.” Tom promises party snacks as his best shield against ghosts (who, according to him, are terrible tippers). Nina leads a candlelit séance, determined to connect with the spirits—especially the ones who haven’t RSVP’d.

The manor itself sets the mood: drafts, shadows, and a punch bowl that vanishes just when the drinks start flowing. Lady Eleanor oversees the midnight costume judging: tragic, dramatic, and absolutely intolerant of polyester.

Séance, Snacks, and Specters
Nina calls for calm and candlelight. The pizza levitates thanks to Barnabas (who finds food-related poltergeist activity hilarious). Maggie chimes in: “Welcome to Crumbleton, where the Wi-Fi is bad and the ghosts are better.” Tom loses a sock to the sock drawer spirit—a running joke for the manor’s living and ghostly residents.

Lady Eleanor, pearls gleaming, insists on proper Victorian etiquette for all snacks and drinks. Maggie, naturally, threatens to add “Victorian Snack Disasters” to her blog rating system.

The Ultimate Haunted Party Trick
The staircase stage is set for a classic ghostly entrance. Maggie’s livestream picks up a shadowy figure (Lady Eleanor, so dramatic) descending the grand stairs as candles blink out. Playlist tracks are outdone by Barnabas, who whispers punchlines from the gloom. Socks and snacks levitate; the glow-in-the-dark cobwebs spell out “Subscribe!” in the corner.

Maggie jokes: “This is why you keep ghosts on your guest list. No one else can manage floating furniture and a punch bowl that goes missing just when you want a refill.”

Closing Ceremonies: Haunted Group Selfie
The party ends with Maggie posting a slightly blurry group selfie:
“Haunted by deadlines, pizza, and the search for decent Wi-Fi. Happy Halloween from Crumbleton Manor—where the spooks are real and so are the snacks.”

If you were invited, would you bring snacks or a séance kit? Let me know in the comments how your favorite fictional character would survive Halloween at Crumbleton.

Wishing you haunted pages, spirited friends, and just enough mystery to keep your October creative.

Have you read The Haunting of Crumbleton Manor? Which character would you want on your Halloween team? Drop your thoughts—and your best haunted party tricks—below!​