Muhahahaha... It's my favorite time of year, and in honor of Halloween, I stray from my ordinary legacy writings to bring you a Halloween special event. Sure, I'll enter the Halloween contest too, why not? Get out the candy corn and settle in.

This story will be a little different, it is based on my legacy sims, particularly the teens, but this is a Halloween story. A story about a famous house that maxis plants in every sim's downtown, The House of Falling Leaves.

Little is known about this house. A suspicious graveyard in the back, a basement with vampire coffins, and a whole family dead. After researching it on the BBS, I found out that the house is actually based on a real house in New Orleans that belonged to the Tricou family. A haunted house no less, now a tourist trap with bar and restuarant and still haunted to this day by a young girl that died there. But I shall step aside for this story, and let my sims tell it, in their ever wacky way...

October 31, 2007... The Academy of The Dark Arts.

*credits to Spongee over at Mod The Sims, who created this awesome high school (Simsdale High School), with tons of great content inside.

"Pierce, dude, how's it going, can you believe we are finally teens! Heard you rolled the pleasure aspiration, man, nice choice."

"Gage? Gage Junoir?"

"In the flesh, good to see you cuz. Been a long summer, and it's time to meet the ladies. Guess what my aspiration is."

"Romance, with some creepy want to woohoo half the town."

"Man, you take all the fun out of it."

"Speaking of the ladies, woah, Mini Toast, love how you grew up, and you fill out that jacket so nice, baby. I've got a thirst baby, and you're my Gatorade."

"Oh geesh."

"So do you believe in love at first sight, or shall I walk by again?"

"Gage Jr. I'd recognize your loser lines anywhere. I can see you're definitly taking after your dad. Well back off, monkey boy, no way, no how, and not in this lifetime."

"Heh, heh, she wants me man, in the worse way."

"How you got that from that conversation is beyond me."

"Those simself chicks always play hard to get. That's what my dad told me."

"Yeah, well taking advice from your dad is your first mistake."

"Listen Gage, have you thought about that science project that's due Monday. I mean it's over half our grade and..."

"Dude relax. We'll come up with something. Are you sure you're a pleasure sim?"

"But we have to research supernatural phenomenon."

"So we tackle Crumplebottom to the ground and find out what's really in her purse."

"Ha, ha, very funny, Gage."

"Okie dokie, boys and girls, now remember, your research paper on a supernatural event is due Monday, and I'd hate to fail any of you, oh who am I kidding, I'd love to. Just give me a reason you little jerks. By the way, I can hardly wait to see what Zip Uglacy presents, since he has won the Academy's Research Award for three years in a row."

"Pretty impressive, huh sis?"

"You're such a pathetic geek, on so many levels, Zip."

"I really have an idea for this year's paper."

"Whatever, nerd boy, I'm just your partner for the 'A'. You do all the work, and I'll take all the credit."

"Pssk, Aluminum, what are we going to do? I'm not doing so well in this class, why with all the wild parties mom throws all night. It's kind of hard to study on the Good Ship Lollypop."

"Relax, Mini T... I've got this in the bag. I am the knowledge sim with far superior alien DNA. I have the perfect project. We're going to study the most famous supernatural, maxis-made lot in the game. The House of Falling Leaves."

DUN DUN DUN

"Did you hear something Aluminum?"

"Er... no... so anyways..."

"The House of Falling Leaves..."

DUN DUN DUN

"Er... yeah, that scary lot that is in every sim downtown, but little is known about it. No one has lived there since the entire Tricou family died there and half of them are planted in the backyard, and half in Gothier Greens. Supposely, the house is cursed, and that, my quasi-sister, is what we shall study tonight, on All Hallow's Eve. We will solve the mystery of the House of Falling Leaves."

DUN DUN DUN...

"Er, these sound effects are throwing me off. That sounds a bit... scary."

"Scary is Gage Jr. coming on to you. This is a piece of cake.

"Ok, so it sounds like a plan. We'll go just before sunset. And we'll stay the whole night. You think mom will notice?"

"Pleease. She'll be bubble-fied by then."

"Pssk, Pierce, did you hear that? What a plan, study the House of Falling Leaves..."

DUN DUN DUN...

"Er... you know I don't know, that's their project. We can't just steal it out from under them. Plus when there are sound effects every time you say it, I think that's a bad sign."

"Listen cuz, try to keep those nice points under control. You're the Reaper's kid. If anyone should figure out the mystery behind that house, it should be us... I mean you."

"So this is it, huh?"

"Yes, the House of..."

"Stop. I can't take the Dun, Dun, Dun anymore. So we're not going to end up as some kind of sad horror story teen sacrifices are we, cause I've watched the movies and..."

"Don't be silly, Mini Toast, ghosts can't hurt you. It's a well-studied fact."

"So this is the graveyard, where part of the Tricou family is buried, and that statue to your left, that is part of the legend. Apparently there is a statue belonging to the Tricou house in New Orleans and it has been seen moving. And sometimes there are red lip stains on the buttocks of the statue."*

"Say what? Are you telling me someone is kissing the statue's bum?!"

*Yes, that is the true legend... make what you will with it. I'm not even tackling that mystery.

"Well this house doesn't look too scary in the daylight."

"Yeah, except for that ugly monster right in the middle of the living room!"

"What are you two doing here?!"

"Er, Me and Pierce had the idea to study this house for our research paper."

"WHAT?!"

"What do you mean you had the idea, you stoled it from us you creep! This is Aluminum's idea! You've never had an original idea in your pathetic sim life, Gage!"

"Well maybe that's true..."

"But see baby, I'm looking out for you. You shouldn't be in this house alone. You're two girls all by yourselves, and people have died in this house. So the Gagemeister has come to protect you, and who says we can't both write a paper?"

"Oh come on, Toast, tell him to take his neanderthal ways and beat it. We don't need him around."

"I don't know. This house is kind of creepy. It gives me the chills."

"Gage is what is giving you the chills. If anything's terrifying, it's him!"

"Ok Gage, ok, you can stay, but don't be getting any ideas. You do your research, and we'll do ours."

"No problemo. But you know we could help each other on the aspirational front, I'm rolling a need for a first kiss, and you being pleasure, I'm sure you could use a date about now..."

"NO! I'd rather have a visit from the sim shrink!"

"Just a little flirt..."

"Ok Junoir, that's enough! Doesn't Geico need a new caveman, or something?"

"Don't make me hurt you. Now run along with your little reaper pal, Aluminum and I have serious research to do."

"Er... I could help hold the test tubes or something..."

"Get lost! Go check the statue's butt for lip stains."

"Huh?"

"Man, I can't believe she just blew me off like that."

"Well I can't believe you can't believe that."

"Toast, why did you tell him he could stay?! This was our project!"

"Oh calm down, Aluminum. Gage couldn't write his way out of a 3rd grade spelling bee. We have nothing to worry about. It's just good insurance having someone else in the house. Now let's check the rest of the place out."

"Wow. This must have been a little girl's room."

"Penelope Tricou's to be exact."

"Who's that?"

"Penelope was the grand niece of the founder of this house. Legend claims that her death is what started the curse."

"Late one night, young Penelope lost her balance on the very stairs in this house. It was believed that she was running from someone... or something. She fell to her death according to the story."

"Her family found her the next morning, dead at the bottom of the staircase. It was rumored that each of them soon had an untimely death as well, by varying means. Soon all the Tricou's were dead."

"Well that's a lovely bedtime story, Aluminum."

"Hey, hey did you hear that noise?"

"Probably Gage, following us around."

"No, no, my alien senses detect someone, something else."

"ARRGH, zombies!!!"

"Great, night of the living dead with Zip Uglacy. What a way to go. You here to eat our brains, Zip?"

"Pfft, like you girls have any brains to eat."

"What are you doing here, Zip Uglacy! This is my research paper!"

"Wrong, Josie and the Pussycats, my sister and I are here to solve the mystery of this house."

"Oh no, you don't! You're not stealing my research!"

"You're the one who's stealing, you alien freak!"

"Zombie riff raff!"

"Alien snob!"

"I can't believe the nerve of him! He wins all the science competitions! It's not fair!"

"Aluminum, come on, aliens are far superior than zombies. We can out research him anytime!"

"Gads, this is turning into a free for all!"

"What?! I thought this was going to be our ace in science Zip, and now the alien chick and toasthead is here!"

"Relax Donna. Zombies are far superior to aliens anyday, and I've won every research contest I've entered. Let them try to do a paper as good as mine."

"Oh check it out, Zip, it's the scooby doo gang. Who you gonna call..."

"Hardy ha ha, Donna. I'm surprised you're here, aren't there some town newspapers that need stealing, gnomes that need snatching, fountains that need bubbles?"

"Oh my, our competition. Whatcha doing, alien nerd girl?"

"I am setting up my sophisticated poltergeist audio, tracking device. I've been designing it all year for such an event."

"Yeah, and like you carried it over in your school backpack. So is this like ET phone home? Or more like Close Encounters, I can expect some shopping music anytime?"

"Make fun of me all you wish, zombie trash, I am going to have a direct connection to Penelope tonight and find out what happened in this house."

"Look Donna, we'll all in here together. Can't we just get along?"

"Pfft, whatever. You do know you're the skanky, blonde tramp that bites it first in every horror movie."

"Wha...what?"

"Yeah, just don't stand there and scream, when you should be running, and don't fall, when you should be running, and never, ever expect the car to start. Oh, and don't boink your boyfriend Gage... because once you boink someone, it's all over. Next you've got a knife through the chest and the credits are rolling."

"Gage is NOT my boyfriend!"

"Zip, tell me you have a plan to beat those bozos and find the ghost first."

"Of course, sister dearest. I built this, the poltergeister 947... it can detect any ghost in the room. And unlike that alien's technology, mine is mobile. Plus I brought my laptop computer to download the images on."

"Great, I can update my myspace while you play ghostbusters."

"Gage, what are we going to do?. We don't have any sophisticated technology to hunt for ghosts."

"Pfft, we're real men, Pierce. Adventurers, if you will. And I have already detected a basement while those morons were playing with their toys. We don't need their fancy, smancy gadgets, we've got brains and charm. Let's go check it out."

"Oh dude, was I right, or was I right?! Two coffins in the basement, if that isn't part of the mystery, I don't know what is!"

"Yeah, this is wierd. And we went down like twenty flights of steps. Someone wanted to be well hidden."

"This is great! Just our little secret. We don't divulge to the nerd patrol upstairs. We're going to figure this out first."

"Yeah, yeah, I'm with you... but... but..."

"If the coffins are empty that means..."

"Oh Crap, there are vampires in the house!"

"Ha, Ha, relax my overly nice and sensitive cousin. You've seen maxis made vampires. What a joke. Dracula, they're not. More like anemic, caped clowns."

"I don't know, Gage, maybe we should at least warn the others. I mean what if these aren't maxis-made vampires. What if they're actually dangerous?"

"Geesh, I don't believe you're the son of the Grim Reaper! Grow some huevos, man. Now, let's check out the upstairs. I bet there's all kind of cool stuff up there."

"So Donna, what are you doing?"

"Filming Zip's documentary, not that it's any of your business, dweeb. And don't even think about asking to borrow the camera, kapeesh?"

"Fine. We've got our own investigation going anyways."

"And so the Tricou house which was founded at the turn of the century, remains a mystery. Do ghosts actually inhabitate the home?"

"Oh hell yes we do, hey, get my best side. Does my hair look ok? Want to see my rendetion of Britney's Spears schoolgirl days. You know, back when she was actually hot?"

"Why that's strange... it can't be... whose that red chick?"

"What, Donna, what are you seeing?"

"Er nothing, just some technical difficulties. Beat it alien."

"Listen, let me look, obviously you're seeing something important!"

"Hey that's Gvaudoin Tricou, a grand-daughter of the founder."

"Well you might want to tell her to go lighter on her blush."

"It's not blush, Donna! She was burned to death."

"Oh, well... sucks to be her."

"Wow, there's a ghost next to me, really?!"

"Not just any ghost, zombie boy. I was so hot in life, I came back a fiery poltergeist. That and because that evil witch fried me! Is this going to be on World's Most Haunted? I sing, I dance, I have a great hula hoop act."

"Hey, emo boy, nice butt!"

"Er..."

"Oh man, I feel so violated! That ghost was checking me out like a cheap piece of meat. The trauma!"

"Wow, I can't believe we actually had a real life ghost in the room!"

"Well technically, Zip, ghosts aren't really alive and..."

"Not the point, Aluminum. This house is a hot bed of supernatural activity!"

"Yes, but it confirms my belief that someone is responsible for the Tricou's tragedy!"

"Hey cuz, having problems with your ghost gun..."

"It's a visual poltergeist detector, moron. And no, I can fix it! There has to be more ghosts in this house!"

"Where'd the girls go?"

"Upstairs, I think."

"Alone?"

"Yeah, so what."

"Well they might need a man, a strong, courageous man to protect them, that's what I'm saying."

"Yeah, well I'm busy."

"I was talking about me."

"Good one, Gage, ha."

"Wow, she's scary-looking."

"That's Ranielle Neengia."

"I thought only Tricous lived here."

"Well Rainelle was an exception, and I think a fatal one."

"Rainelle Neengia was very involved in witchcraft, or so the story goes. It is is said she was fascinated with human sacrifice and torture, but the Tricous didn't know that. She had immigrated here from Simsylvania. They hired her to be Penelope's nanny. It was soon after that, that Penelope meant her tragic end."

"Hmmm, books on black magic... and a journal, this could be helpful."

"Day Four, I have settled in nicely to the home, the Tricous are very trusting. I do not think they suspect my darker side. They believe me to have a rare skin disorder, in which I can not move about in the daylight, and must be bound by the night. They are quite pleased with this situation, as Dr. Tricou works late hours, and his wife wishes to sleep, while someone watches over the children."

"A night nanny, how quaint."

"ARgggh!"

"Yes, well perharps. But what kind of condition did she have that would only allow her to move in darkness? Hmmm."

"Day Five, Dr. Tricou was a bit concerned upon the arrival of my coffin from the old country. Oh geesh! She was a vampire, Toast! How could I not see that! Toast, er, Toast???"

"Arrgh... this bites! Stupid hidden bookshelf crap! Where am I?!"

"Great, I'm in the garage! Who builds a hidden passageway to their garage! Honestly!"

"Hey Guys, kind of had a little mishap here, nothing too concerning, but er, I kind of lost Toast. Yeah, she just disappeared."

"Really, cool! I can't wait to put that in the report!"

"NO, not cool, Zip! It's my sister! How would you feel if you lost your sister?"

"Uh... actually..."

"Scratch that, I forgot your sister is Donna."

"Well I guess someone should go look for her."

Dee, dee, dee, dee, dee, dee dee... *jeapordy theme*

"OH, leave it to me, the Gagemeister. I'll do it. Come on Reaper kid, she's probably in the bathroom. Girls are always in the bathroom!"

"Well she's not in any of the rooms."

"Yeah, well I'm going upstairs."

"Gage, I don't think you should. I mean, we don't know what's up there and..."

"Heh, I ain't afraid of no ghost. See ya downstairs, cuz."

"Yup, ain't afraid, not me... but I better get something out of this rescue mission. At least a sweet talk... no a kiss... yeah a kiss. Hell, maybe even a make-out. Now that's what I'm talking bout."

"Oh Gawd, that zombie girl is right. I am the expendable, blonde, bimbo sacrifice. It's so obvious now. The pretty girl, the one with a love interest... well not that Gage is really a love interest... but kind of... but I didn't boink him, oh no fricking way... this is so unfair. I'm too young... too young to die! Wait, it's not like I'm just 20 feet away from the house. Yeah, no problem. Just go back in the house, everything's ok."

"Hey, something moved over there... *gulp*."

"The statue? No, my mind is playing tricks on me, still it looks different."

"Yeah, definitly lost the feminine form from earlier."

"Tooooaassttt... come to me.... come... "

"Say what Willus?"

"Come closer!"

"Oh hell nooo, I am out of here!"

"Wait, come back, I need someone to kiss my butt!"

"Arrrgh, no way!"

"Gaaaggge....oh Gaaagee... come play with me..."

"Somehow I think that's my line."

"You're mine now, come to me minion."

"Is a minion like a sex slave, cause I am so in!"

"Cool it teen, no teen insiminator here, strictly business."

"Dang it. I don't get any fun."

"Welcome to the dark side. We have cookies here."

"Woah, does this mean the chicks will dig me more?"

"Er, sure, whatever floats your boat, kid."

"So then like the statue came alive and wanted me to kiss it's butt..."

"Yeah, and like how many bubbles have you been blowing?"

"No, I'm serious, Zip, it chased me through the graveyard."

"Please, like the blonde bimbo could outrun the antagonist. What? Do you think I was born yesterday?"

"Maybe I should have went with Gage, after all I am the Reaper's son. I shouldn't have left him go to the third floor alone, there's something bad about this house, I sense it.

I know, I'll pick my nose all the way to my brain, then my brain can actually get more oxygen, and then I can think of a plan... yeah!"

"Gage! You're back, dude, I was worried. You were up there a long time! They found Toast, she was out in the graveyard."

"Excellent. Take me to the others."

"You look a little pale, you ok?"

"Fine, just, er, vitamin deficiencies, yeah, let's go downstairs."

"Listen, let's get something straight, just cause you have the buddy that gets the statue to come to life, don't be thinking you get all the thunder."

"Woah, woah, Zip. We're on the same side now. This house is creepy. As soon as we know Gage Jr. is ok, I'm out of here. I have had enough supernatural events for one night. I actually think this house is dangerous."

"Yeah, I get that feeling too. My ghost gun, I mean er... poltergeist detector, was going off the charts."

"Hey Guys, I'm getting a read out... it says... GET OUT NOW..."

"Gee, I wonder what that means."

"She's right, my poltergeist detector is going crazy, something is in this room!"

"Well, I don't see anything!"

"Boo suckers!"

"ARGGGGH!"

"Oh my gosh, it's her, Aluminum! Penelope Tricou! What should we do?"

"I say we try to communicate with her! What are you saying Penelope? What are you trying to tell us?"

"What are you kids stupid?! Mentally deficient, or what? I said get out! Now vamoose, hasta la vista, hit the road, Jack! You're in danger. Do you want to end up in the backyard with the rest of us?"

"So I think she was trying to say we should leave."

"Yeah, great deduction Watson. I think I just peed my pants."

"By the way Aluminum, I really thought your audio poltergeist eventor 2007 was amazing."

"Really? Why thank you, I worked very hard on that. Reception is key."

"Yeah, you're pretty smart, for an alien, I mean."

"Well you're not bad either... for a zombie, I mean."

"I don't know, I feel kind of funny around you."

"Yeah, me too."

"Like you're the only one in this house that gets me."

"Tell me about it. I live with all pleasure and romance sims, on a pirate boat, it can't get any worse than that."

"Try living with a bunch of zombies that think chili is the answer to life."

........

Gage, I was worried about you, er I mean they were worried about you. Where were you?"

"Uh, looking for you of course."

"You look a little different. Are you ok?"

"Yeah, sure, just a little tired, you know, it's late."

"Oh yeah, well let me wake you up with a noogie, cousin... hey, are those bite marks?!"

"Let go of me Donna!"

"Those are bite marks! You man tramp!"

"Why don't you mind your own beeswax, Donna?! Who bites my neck is my business!"

"Oh tell me it wasn't one of those cornball Countessa Betty, or some other lame, variety Grand vampire! You don't know where their mouths have been, Gage, that's nasty even for you!"

"Gage Uglacy Jr! You left some cheap vampire tart bite you! Not that I care, nope, not at all! But that's all we need! You running around vamping everyone! Well, you keep those fangs to yourself buster, cause I hate you, loathe you... you're in the red with me! So don't even try it!"

"Oh yeah, well I think you protest too much. Let's see how you really feel about it."

"Woah! Uh, this means nothing, I hate you!"

"Whatever baby, I'm sure those three lightning bolts mean nothing."

"They don't! Pig! Jerk! Neanderthal!"

"Ooh, I love it when you talk dirty to me."

"Hey baby, let me take a picture of you, cause I want to let Santa know what I want for Christmas."

"Oh brother, the stupid lines continue when you're dead. Fricking great."

"Your coffin or mine?"

"Bleh off, Gage!"

"Zip, I think I know how to put an end to Rainelle. But it's going to take a whole lot of vamprocillin."

"But she won't drink it..."

"Doesn't matter. I have a plan, listen... psssk, psssk, psssk, and pssssk, psssk, psssssk."

"It's a good plan Aluminum, but I'm not letting you do it. I'll do it."

"Vamprocillin, huh, it's a little expensive. I need more than 10."

"Well it is your cousin, kiddo."

"Exactly, hmmm, vamprocillin or a Playstation 3... decisions, decisions..."

"Hey I feel for you kid, puberty and fangs are a bad combination."

"Do you think this stuff is safe?"

"How should I know?"

"Well, my momma always said to drink anything in a bottle. Besides, it's glowing, must mean it's magically delicious."

"Man, this sucks, maybe I should stay a vampire, girls think vampires are hot right?"

"No, no Gage it's almost 7. The sun is going to come up, take the medication. Trust me on this."

"I don't know, Toast, I kind of like the dark side. I can give all the hickeys I want, no questions asked."

"Listen Gage, take the medicine, and I'll *sigh* give you that first kiss."

"Alright!"

"Man, he is hot when he transforms, what can I say?"

Everyone now... Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww.

"I may have given you that first kiss Gage Jr, but I want it understood. I still hate you, loathe you in fact."

"Whatever you say baby."

I give up, I totally do not get the Gage mojo... they hate him but they love him... GADS. And it seems to be genetic.

"Now give me that first make out..."

"Ok... mffff... you pig. But this is between us."

"Riight... like I'd post it on the whole internet or something." o_0

"I hate you Gage Uglacy, you hear me... jerk, hot jerk, but still a jerk!"

"How much vamprocillin have you drank, Zip?"

"About a gallon, I have to make sure my blood is packed with it."

"What if this doesn't work?"

"Well than it's gonna suck to be me. Don't worry, Aluminum. It will work."

"But I could be wrong and..."

"You're not wrong, Aluminum. It will be fine, trust me."

"It's time to put an end to Rainelle's reign of terror."

"Zip, it's so noble what you're doing. You are the most amazing boy I've ever meant. But you might want to take a shower, I'm just saying."

"Take care, Aluminum. If I don't come back, you can have my poltergeist gun and my collection of Masters of the Universe Action Figures."

"Oh Zip, don't talk like that. I hate action figures."

"Here I am, just a defenseless zombie, just walking around the house, ho-hum... gee, I hope no vampires live here."

"Well, it has been many years since I have seen a zombie. They lived in the old country, when the walking dead were respected and feared. I can offer you so much more, than just being undead. But it's not really like you have a choice, is it zombie boy?"

"I knew you were the answer to this mystery, but there's just one thing I don't get. You're a vampire, so why weren't all the Tricous vampires instead of killed off?"

"Simple vampire politics, my boy. You see the leader of any coven, is usually the owner of the home. When I moved here, I had no real estate to speak of, and this was the perfect home. If I had turned any member of the Tricous into a vampire, they would have inherited the house. I couldn't have that. I wanted to rule the coven. I hypnotized the old man Tricou and had him adjust his will accordingly, and then I disposed of them."

"And thus you would inherit, it was all about the house, it always was."

"Exactly. But since you and your little friends can't inherit a thing, it's time I built my following, and zombie vampires are always a valued commodity."

"Er, thanks, I guess."

"Hmm, you smell oddly like chili."

"Yeah, my dad owns a restuarant and..."

"Silence minion! You belong to me now!"

"Well, gee you don't have to be rude about it."

"HA! Let's bleh and celebrate your transformation! Say, you're not changing?"

"Nope, but I think you are."

"Arrgh, my throat, it's on fire! You poisoned me!"

"That's for the Tricou family, lady, and my cousin, and because I ain't no one's slave!"

"Uh oh, I think I overdid the vamprocillin just a tad... I meant to transform her, not kill her. I guess I should feel bad, for at least a minute... to be respectful and all."

"So she was all like, I'm taking you down, Zip Uglacy. And I was like, oh no you're not beatch... and poof, she was cillin'd out."

"Oh Zip, you were so brave!"

"Well maybe, a little."

"So I was thinking guys, it's great Zip here defeated the evil vampire queen, but... what about the the Tricou family. I mean they didn't deserve to die, and I think we should resurrect them!"

"Cool! As zombies!"

"Er, no Donna, I mean as a family again, so they can have the life they never got."

"Wow cuz, you have way too many nice points, but I guess that would add a better ending to the report."

"Well I was searching the BBS, and it turns out there is actually a tutorial on how to ressurect the Tricou family."

"Cool, Toast, how did you find that?"

"Hey, I know my sims! It's what I do. Anyway, it says here that there are 10 teen townies that actually know Jon Smith Tricou, and once they resurrect him, he can bring back the rest of the family."

"Well who are the townies... wait I know that one... the dark goth kid!"

"So dad, you were the dark, goth kid, and apparently one of the few teen townies that knew Jon Smith Tricou, I don't know where from?! Maybe the sim bin. Point is, I need you to resurrect him."

"Years and years of an untimely death, finally I'm back, and can resurrect my family!"

"So like how do we know each other?"

"Well, if you look in my memory panel, it shows your son Russell as my grandson, which would make me your dad!"

"My dad! My long lost father!"

"Dad, I can't believe it! I thought maxis townies had no family."

"*sniff* Well now we know. More then one mystery has been unraveled today."

"But why does Russell show up as your grandson, and there's no record of my birth?"

"Well son, I have to admit, I can't account for the entire year of 1972. There was the Rolling Stones, Woodstock, and way too many bubbles with Janice Joplin."

One by one, each Tricou was resurrected, until finally the whole family was back from the dead.

"Mommy!"

"Oh Penelope, baby!"

"Was I a good ghost or what?"

"The best!"

"Yes, back from the dead! The Tricous rule!"

And so all the legacy kids wrote an outstanding report, aced their science class and everyone lived happily ever after... well, maybe not everyone.

"Yeah, that was suppose to my house! And it would have been too, if not for those meddling kids and their zombie!"

The End.

Tutorial on how to resurrect the Tricou Family can be found on Cabelle1863 simpage.
http://thesims2.ea.com/exchange/story_detail.php?asset_id=95712&asset_type=story&user_id=1051989

*Please note that Penelope Tricou was made by me, but that was to complete the actual story behind the house. She is not originally a Tricou ghost.