Edgar Allan Poe and his ghostly roomate Lenore await the arrival of their dinner party guests and everything goes exactly as planned.
Dinner is served, darkness descends, and the game is afoot as Edgar, Lenore, and their guests struggle to figure out if this sinister turn of events is even part of the game at all.
Confounded by another murder, the authors start to unravel some clues, all while Lenore's soup gets cold.
Sensing a dearth of stupid ideas, Ernest Hemingway moves to split up and explore the house, but is his motive to catch a killer, to woo Annabel, or the third thing in the list of things?
After another horrific murder, questions are axed, alliances are chopped apart, and that's all the axe puns we could come up with.
The authors ask a psychic to summon the ghosts of those murdered in the house in order to catch a murderer, which is a very normal thing that people do.
It's beginning to look like this is not the kind of night Edgar Allan Poe had planned.
Poe meets the Po-Po and all hell breaks - ok someone else should write these.
Accusations fly, haters hate, and mustaches bristle as the party dwindles.
It's just like the famous saying, "After nine episodes of nonstop death: revelations."
Villains! Dissemble no more!
Ghosting 101 is in session and Professor Lenore is in the house.
