Good evening ghoulies and ghosties, and welcome to the Full Moon at Midnight podcast, with your hostess, Lady Hauntington!
I must confess, dear listeners, that this evening’s episode is all about the horror of something that recently happened to your Lady Hauntington. She needs to vent her frustrations, so bear with us.
Lord Hauntington recently had a fancy to order out, as the Kitchen Ghoul took a night off to spend some graveyard time with friends from out of town. I was ambivalent, so your Lord Hauntington suggested Asian fare. I acceded, more from a sudden, intense craving for Crab Rangoon (most likely brought on by Lord Hauntington’s suggestion) than any real taste for such food.
Accordingly, Lord Hauntington ordered the Crab Rangoon so beloved of your Lady Hauntington (and the Hellhound), dumplings for himself, and some fried rice. Honestly, the only real reason to order out is for the Rangoon and dumplings; if we desire fried rice, the Kitchen Ghoul’s is better than most restaurants, and your Lord Hauntington’s is just as good as the Ghoul’s.
But…Lord Hauntington wished to order out, and so we did.
Delivery is difficult to the manor as many fear to brave the haunted woods and ever-changing driveway, so Lord Hauntington opted to retrieve the meal himself. He returned in good time and in good spirits, whereupon the Hound wished to take a stroll. I offered to unpack and plate our meal…and that is when I discovered the horror that had taken place.
The Crab Rangoon was missing.
I checked the bag, checked the receipts; yes, there it was on the receipt, but the bag was empty and there was no Rangoon in sight.
I informed Lord Hauntington of the horror as soon as he returned with the Hound. Now, as I mentioned earlier, the Hound also loves the Rangoon, and upon hearing of the disaster, let loose with the most mournful howl…which promptly brought all of the Haunted Dolls to the dining hall.
The Dolls don’t eat, of course, but they are very fond of the Hound, as he is amenable to giving them rides about the Manor and the grounds.
In short, revenge was sworn against the offending restaurant.
Your Lady Hauntington doesn’t know exactly what is planned, but there have been strange noises (stranger than usual) from the attic, whispered conferences that cease once my presence is noticed, and the Hound looks rather smug.
Lord Hauntington is disavowing any culpability, and in fact, states that your Lady Hauntington might have precipitated the Dolls’ appetite for revenge by her over-the-top dramatics. (Your Lady Hauntington denies that any dramatics were over-the-top; it was THE RANGOON, after all, and he got his nasty, rubbery dumplings, while the Hound and I sat there, desolate and Rangoon-less).
The moon is setting, and that signals the end of this podcast, but not the end of the Rangoon Saga. The Dolls are very secretive, but they did borrow my iPad for “research”, and well, the sites that have been searched might give one pause…until one remembers the lack of the Rangoon.
Be sure to tune in at the next full moon and perhaps by then we’ll know what the Haunted Dolls and the Hellhound have concocted.
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