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You are right to gasp in girlish terror, dear reader… for before your eyes are spectacles of human degradation and horror befitting of the nightmarish prose of Edgar Allan Poe or the blood-curdling tales whispered by John Merrick’s numerous concubines.
In fact, I dare say no one will cast aspersions to your character should you pause here in order to steel your nerves with a gentlemanly snort of brandy. Go on, old boy, you're amongst friends now, eh.
Back?
Bully!
Now prepare to become acquainted with some of the most astounding, perplexing and gruesome exploits to be discovered while rummaging through the penny dreadful annals of Yellow History.
Behold the Somnambulist's peril! Unbeknownst to her, Margaret Whifflebottom of Clerkenwell has just dispatched her seventh husband in the manner of the last six - strangled to death while in the throes of a walking sleep terror. She then attempted to take flight from her rooftop and as such could only be contained in the traditional method of dealing with a rogue somnambulist: lasso.
An impassioned argument, pertaining as to which of the two Sisters the Lord our Christ found most pleasing to the eye, was finally resolved by pistols. At midnight, in the squalid cemetery to be found behind the church grounds of Our Lady of Enduring Sorrow the two Brides of Christ met with deadly intent. Both proved to be deadly markswomen though and delivered to one another fatal shots between the eyes. Every year, on the anniversary of their deaths, their ghosts are released from perdition to reenact their murderous duel...
Percy T. Raffleton was surprised to find that his nightly glass of wine had been laced with a powerful narcotic leaving him both paralyzed and fully conscious at the same time. He was even more surprised when his beloved felines descended out of the shadows of his lodging house room and began impossibly whispering his name tauntingly. Though the police never did find the three cats when the picked clean bones of Mister Raffleton was discovered, they did in fact find the note they left behind - outlining the abuses they were subjected to at their owners hand and a promise of terrible retribution to any who would dare attempt bring them to justice. This ghastly act of violence elicited a great outcry from the public and resulted in the loss of voting rights amongst the feline population of her Majesty's Empire.
Across the stage, the mandible of the skeleton on the right began to shift as a spectral gasp fluttered across the decrepit theatre and whispered in the ears of the horrified stage hands: "Line!"
In fact, I dare say no one will cast aspersions to your character should you pause here in order to steel your nerves with a gentlemanly snort of brandy. Go on, old boy, you're amongst friends now, eh.
Back?
Bully!
Now prepare to become acquainted with some of the most astounding, perplexing and gruesome exploits to be discovered while rummaging through the penny dreadful annals of Yellow History.
Behold the Somnambulist's peril! Unbeknownst to her, Margaret Whifflebottom of Clerkenwell has just dispatched her seventh husband in the manner of the last six - strangled to death while in the throes of a walking sleep terror. She then attempted to take flight from her rooftop and as such could only be contained in the traditional method of dealing with a rogue somnambulist: lasso.
An impassioned argument, pertaining as to which of the two Sisters the Lord our Christ found most pleasing to the eye, was finally resolved by pistols. At midnight, in the squalid cemetery to be found behind the church grounds of Our Lady of Enduring Sorrow the two Brides of Christ met with deadly intent. Both proved to be deadly markswomen though and delivered to one another fatal shots between the eyes. Every year, on the anniversary of their deaths, their ghosts are released from perdition to reenact their murderous duel...
Percy T. Raffleton was surprised to find that his nightly glass of wine had been laced with a powerful narcotic leaving him both paralyzed and fully conscious at the same time. He was even more surprised when his beloved felines descended out of the shadows of his lodging house room and began impossibly whispering his name tauntingly. Though the police never did find the three cats when the picked clean bones of Mister Raffleton was discovered, they did in fact find the note they left behind - outlining the abuses they were subjected to at their owners hand and a promise of terrible retribution to any who would dare attempt bring them to justice. This ghastly act of violence elicited a great outcry from the public and resulted in the loss of voting rights amongst the feline population of her Majesty's Empire.
Across the stage, the mandible of the skeleton on the right began to shift as a spectral gasp fluttered across the decrepit theatre and whispered in the ears of the horrified stage hands: "Line!"