Who’s that knocking at the door again?

Sigh.

I’d just settled down to eat a nice tuna butty when there was a knock at the door. I say knock, but it was more of a powerful hammering. It was so heavy a knock, the entire Mansion shook. I kid you not. I’m sure the bedrock beneath the Catacombs below the Cellar below the Mansion moved slightly. There was also a very loud calling of a name from outside, but I couldn’t make out what it was as the Mansion groaned as it settled down once again.

The rock below the Catacombs is old rock. Not modern stone. Aged. Familiar, though it is, with the rest of the pre-historic landscape that exists there with the interconnecting Lay Lines and Portals and stuff.

Whoever it was at the door wanted an answer, and they pounded once again.

As the staff aren’t here to answer the door, I placed my tuna butty back on the plate, placed the plate on the table, and trudged once again all the way across the Foyer to the Front Door.

Once opened, I found myself facing two people in fancy dress. I presume they were in fancy dress. They were dressed fancy, put it that way. A gruff-looking man and a slender red-haired woman with a string of beads around her neck.

“You aren’t right this time, Fred.” Said the woman, in a very matter of fact tone.

“My apologies, pal,” said the man – to me, not the woman.

And with that, without another word they walked across the Courtyard, and got into a strange clunky-looking car before driving away from the Mansion along the Driveway. The suspension in their car looked shocking as the car seemed to bounce along as it got going.

I closed the door and returned to my tuna butty.

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Once again, these strange visitors looked very familiar. Click the peephole below to see if you guessed correctly as to whom these visitors were…