Ladies and gentlemen, The ‘Laces is steppin’ out.
I’ve been cooped up in this stuffy bedroom for far too long and the nonsense ends now.
As happy as I was for Sammy Stephens (about as happy as one can be for a man felled by the Ellen DeGeneres death-touch) and his unloosed spirit, I couldn’t help but [...]
Well Tyrone Shoelaces was plumb dumbfounded by the coincidence of literally stumbling into a resident parapsychologist just moments after a possible ghost-sighting. I’d read about such anomalous coincidences in my Charles Fort books, but an anomalous coincidence involving an anomalous doctor? That’s double-Fortean if you ask The ‘Laces. Anyway, Dr. Duke McBaron, though unusually small [...]
Yep, no fooling. Beset by a melancholy funk following my bout of Sammy Stephens-induced introspection (The Count offered comfort in the form of an old painting from his trunk, but it was small solace in my current state; I told him I thought it was a little too “Precious Moments,” which I now regret), The [...]
Tyrone Shoelaces here. So it’s Tyrone Shoelaces’ first night in the Mansion and he goes up to his room to put his clean jersey sheets on his bed only to find laying on his floor a dusty old Gideon’s Bible. Normally the ‘Laces would have dismissed it as a curio but he learned recently that [...]
Today, We Are Wealthy Men
