Elijah was a hapless individual.
He couldn’t rattle chains as his hands simply passed through everything. He couldn’t make eerie groans as his voice didn’t reach the correct wavelength. He had no idea how to generate a ghostly glow whenever he was in anyone’s presence. And he was terrified of his own shadow.
One day, realisation hit home with Elijah. Ghosts shouldn’t have shadows.
He got over his fear, and started making his shadow move in all kinds of strange and sinister ways.
Cottingly Manor was hosting its Annual Masquerade Ball, and Elijah decided to pop along to try out his new found skill.
The ballroom was lit by thousands of candles, all flickering this way and that, casting shadows from the dancing partygoers all around the room.
“Perfect!” Elijah thought, and proceeded to cast his spooky shadows on the walls. Nobody noticed.
Who notices shadows in a candle-lit room?
The Mansionic Perspective 
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