"That's a ghoul gate. Every graveyard has one. And ghouls aren't like ghosts, they really do want to hurt you. Well. Eat you. Then turn you into a ghoul too." He shuddered. "I only barely got away when I got taken by them when I was little." He went down the stairs, setting the pizza down on a closed coffin and moving to hug the woman. She'd have been matronly looking if she was alive, and she was when she was dead as well. She was plump and anyone could tell that she'd had rosy cheeks when she was living. "Hello, Mrs. Atkins! This is Sable. Sable, this is Mrs. Atkins, George, and this is Elizabeth." He picked up the little girl and spun her, chuckling when she kicked and flailed."