Trixie's horn was starting to get a bead on Winifred but she wasn't going to make it easy on them.

"I think not, but there are some miserable souls that want to come up and see you!"

Her cackle filled the air, and then the ground started to tremble, as if something was stirring underneath - and then the first rotting hand shot up through the earth. Then a head.

Yep, zombies. Enjoy those zombies starting to pop out of the ground like daffodils, you three.