Maybe it was the plant that grew on Aunt Matilda's porch.

In each level, you are followed by the ghost of your Aunt Matilda.

"There must be no children," announced Aunt Matilda, who considered herself an authority on disease.

"Bending over books will send you into a decline," Aunt Matilda told me.

"She went into a decline soon after," added Aunt Matilda grimly.

"I knew what was wrong with her long before," put in Aunt Matilda.

Aunt Matilda would be aware of my high colour and think I was developing heart disease.

"The best of them are here," said Aunt Matilda proudly.

Aunt Matilda, who managed to be there quite often too, was always pleased to see me there.

T should stay here one more night," said Aunt Matilda.