Luigi walked to his mailbox one dreary afternoon. His back ached after a long and tedious day. It had been a trying day attempting to unclog his neighbor's kiwi green toilet. He just couldn't imagine how a two year old could flush the entire contents of his mother's make-up kit in the toilet without anyone noticing! Thinking back, he shuddered at having to witness the woman without make-up. Next time it was Mario's turn.
He sighed sadly as he opened his rusty mailbox and saw he had only one letter and too many bills and late notices. He could remember a time when his mailbox was overflowing with sweet correspondence from all of his friends. What went wrong? He thought bitterly.
After he ripped up his bills angrily, he marched inside and threw the letter on the table, assuming the mailman had delivered it to the wrong address. He marched into the kitchen to fix his supper only to find that his ice cream had melted because his fridge had decided to stop working during the course of the day.
Repeatedly his mind wandered over to the letter. Finally, curiosity got the best of him and he ran to the table and snatched up the letter. Excited for the first time in ages, he tore it open.
"Congratulations!" screamed at him from the paper as he began to read it. I won a prize? Surely this must be a mistake, he thought, shocked any good could happen after all he'd been through the past few years.
He followed the instructions to claim his prize allowing it to bring him to a broken-down mansion. This is my prize? He thought as he approached the house, I don't have time for real estate. Suddenly, a little man, who seemingly appeared out of nowhere, walked up to him.
"You must be Luigi, the winner of the contest." The man spoke in such a strange and sinister tone that Luigi couldn't help but be freaked out by this bald, bespectackled man. He longed to run, but pride, curiosity, and fear kept him planted in place. The bald nerd-like dude tapped his foot impatiently waiting for Luigi's answer.
Assuming Luigi was deaf, the man began to sign rapidly and rather fluently for someone who didn't know sign language. Luigi was finally able to tear his eyes away from the mansion that was now starting to bring back those awful memories. He stared wide-eyed at the nerd-like psychotic dude who was signing away rapidly unable to comprehend what this nutcase was trying to say.
The nutcase, unaware that Luigi once knew this mansion well, finally explained the situation of the haunted abode (in English). Luigi finally decided to enter the mansion despite the nerd-like dude's protests and his own gut instinct to flee and forget this whole situation. As soon as he stepped into the foyer, he felt a flashback coming on.
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A blond woman enters the room, her hair flouncing as she runs to greet her lover. The sunshine streams in from the window, hitting her hair, and making her hair glimmer as if she's an angel. Her lover looks lovingly into her eyes as they embrace. He pulls away and begins to sing a soothing, Italian opera. Though his voice isn't exactly on key, she smiles lovingly as she collapses onto the couch, happily. "Christmas is almost here," she says in that familiar, bubbly voice he'd fallen in love with so long ago.
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Reality gripped him, as he realized he'd been stumbling blindly throughout the house. He blinked, wondering when he'd left the foyer and how he'd gotten to where he was currently standing.
How'd he manage to maneuver through the house so easily? The little nutcase thought to himself, after he'd followed Luigi around.
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