They always said there was something fishy about Studio 33. Maybe it had something to do with the Roman Ruins nearby. Or the Priestess of Hathor, mummified beneath it. Regardless something went wrong, a few decapitations here and a possession or two there. For 10 years the studio was boarded up and not a soul would step in.
That was until Ruth and Nessie showed up. They dug up the Priestess, who turned out to be a lovely old bird who made a cracking cup of coco, but couldn't help them otherwise. Can our intrepid adventurers last a night in Studio 33?