You quietly creep towards the kitchen in the middle of the night, drawn by the loud sound of clattering pots and pans. As you peer through the doorway you see the ghost of a maid. She seems to be attempting to pick things up but she can only hold them for a few seconds before they faze through her ghostly hands. She growls in frustration as she drops a bowl smashing it to the floor. She then reaches for your expensive blender, attempting to pick it up What even is this thing?
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