A: And tonight, for your viewing pleasure, night of the creeping terror - Part Three!

S: *wiggles prop eye into the camera lens*

A: But wait! My spooky dead-sense tells me we have a letter. A letter of the DAMNED. Fetch the bag, hewn from the skin of a dozen postal clerks!

S: *slouches off screen, returning with the mail bag and producing a letter, presumably a condemned one.*

A: Aha! It is our very own LILY THOMPSON, of thirteen GHOUULISH Crescent in Santa monica. So very KIND of you to mail us your SOUL. And this lovely letter. Ahem.

A: "Dear Misteryess Ashtoreth, is your assistant a Zombie or a Mime?"

S: *Looks uncomfortable*

A: Why, I should know. With my TERRIFYING POWERS I reanimated her myself! Clearly, she is a ZOMBIE MIME.

s: *biting back a giggle, giving a forlorn look into the lens.*

A: Do 'trapped in a box,' dear. Now do 'trapped in an iron coffin with no means of escape.' Thank you, LILY THOMPSON of such and such. Now we begin our feature - Night of the creeping terror - Part Three!