Tales from the Mischief presents
The Haunting
Popeye: “There is a skeleton on this shelf. It is three inches tall. Evil comes in travel size. Write that down.”
Popeye: “The shelf is haunted.”Roofy: “They are decorations, dear.”Popeye: “That is what a haunted shelf would say.”Popeye: “Where were you on the night of the thirty-first? Take your time. I have all of it.”
Popeye: “Exhibit A. A leg, served in red. I am not accusing the potatoes. I am noting only that they were present.”
Muttly: “I am the torch. It is a big job. I was chosen.”
Tommy: “Ghosts do not exist. If they did, they would answer to me. How dreadful. For them, I mean.”
At 9:14 the skeleton fell over. No wind. No witnesses. Muttly’s tail declined to comment.
Tommy: “This is evidence of nothing.”The figurines blinked first.
Tales from the Mischief. A new sketch on Sundays.Roof rats have poor visual acuity and read the world mainly through smell and whiskers, so a motionless object genuinely is unresolved until sniffed.[1]