Minighosthunters.

Oh, S&Pers, there is something spooky going on at the ol' Skull & Pumpkin.

I mean, more spooky than  usual.

We have our share of phantoms, revenants, spooks, spectres and ghosts, and they do their own thing whether we're attending pub or not.

But with the addition of a certain Li'l Mini-Boo to our menagerie of minighosts yesterday, I began to notice the four of them moving, just the littlest bit, every time I turned away from them.

So I thought I should fire up the old Spooktrumatic ("See Across The Spooktrum!", man, remember those old commercials?) nightvision camera and set it behind a book on the minighost shelf, letting it run all night long.

I sat through a few hours of boredom, but then finally... this:

 

I knew it!

Of course, I don't want them to know we know, so please, don't tell them.

I mean, I don't want to embarrass them, or scare them.

Hell, they might be working up a fantastic little shelf show for all of us, and I do not want to mess up that deal.

Never mind us, Mini Ghosts, never mind us.



BLOODBREATH!