On one terrible night they'd rampaged through the town moving chains ever so slightly, opening doors very slowly to make them creak a bit, uttering `WOOOH' in an elevated whisper, and hiding things like bunches of keys, socks, and a tile off every third roof.
Once the residents had realised what was going on word had spread very quickly, and it wasn't long before the incident had acquired legendary status, and not much longer before they were all talking about the `Great Things Moving About On Their Own, Maybe It Was A Ghost Incident' of '74.
As you can imagine this annoyed the poltergeists even more than before, and it wasn't until one particularly astute and enterprising member of the offended group of spectres made a few spooky noises, knocked over a stringed musical instrument, and w
