Moving the site of the Diet Zhuzh factory and office on top of a failed communist business, at deadly low prices, was the only option. I, er sorry we, needed the savings. Regardless of the numerous warnings from in-house clairvoyants, flickering lights, and occasional voices saying, “Get out, Miss Honey!” The only answer was to invite special guest ghost hunters Hex Hector and DJ Hermano to come cast some spells…

Hilarity ensued.

* In no way was the recently re-elected SHE.E.O from the definitely-not-rigged election in any way responsible for the haunting. Any employees and equipment claiming spiritual possession have been properly compensated and silenced.