"Violet, should we be doing this?" Klaus asked in a hushed voice, nervously glancing at the twenty-six pieces of scrap paper, each with a letter of the alphabet, placed around the circular oak table. "I really don't want to this; Olaf might wake up!"
"Klaus, really, be logical: How much noise will we make?" Violet circled the table, checking if all the letters of the alphabet had been account for, and then placed a wine glass, which would hardly gone unnoticed from the cupboard she took it from, as there were many, in the centre of the rustic table, awaiting the two Baudelaire's fingertips.
"Violet! They're dead, and they're going to stay that way!" Klaus hissed in the dim room, lit only by a lone candle. "If dead people could come back, don't you think they all would?" He barked quietly at Violet, slamming fiercely on the table. She glared back at him, her teeth clenched and her hands balled into fists. She looked Klaus in the eyes – Deadly – and spoke.
"Klaus. We're. Going. To. See. Them." She looked away and breathed deeply. "We are..." She then bent down and looked under the table, emerging with a thick dusty book, with the words Magica Antico embossed on the cover. Violet sat down on a chair, dust flying off of it when she came into contact with it. She laid back on the faux-embroidery cushion and began flicking through the pages of the dusty volume.
"Justice Strauss's library has ancient books as well, eh?" Klaus questioned, looking at the book in Violet's hands, and tracing a knot in the wood of the table this a finger. Violet looked up and mumbled a yes, still flicking through the book for the right page. When she found it, she stood up suddenly, causing Klaus to jump back. She re-read the page several times before closing the book and sliding it under the table, out of view.
"Come on," She said, taking a few candles of the holders on the walls and placing the carefully around the room at regular intervals. She then told Klaus to take the only lit candle and light all the unlit ones. He did so, burning his fingers on hot wax twice. He then was told to place the original candle in the holder right in front of the circular table. He then sat down on a plush pouf in the corner of the room, await Violet to beckon him.
"Okay..." She took a deep breath and spoke was she had read from the book, "'Hear these words, hear my cries, spirit from the other side, come to me, I summon thee, cross now the great divide.'" Violet sighed, and then she sat down, beckoning Klaus to sit near. He stood up, and walked over to her, dragging the golden pouf with him. When he sat down, Violet repeated herself: "'Hear these words, hear my cries, spirit from the other side, come to me, I summon thee, cross now the great divide.'"
Silence.
Violet was getting agitated now, and didn't want to think that all this work was for nothing. She reiterated over and over – for over ten minutes – before Klaus put a hand on her shoulder and stood up, looking sympathetic, saying "Violet, come on..." At this, Violet burst into hysterics, cry on the table and saying things through her sobbing, like "It should've worked!", and "Why did they have to die?".
Eventually, Klaus had to carry the sobbing blob of person that was his sister beck to the bedroom, placing her on the itchy, uncomfortable bed and him lying on the floor. The last sound they heard was a wine glass, somewhere in the house, smashing as it hit the floor, and a group of teenagers outside singing "Trick-Or-Treat! Trick-Or-Treat!"