Is this house haunted or am i just crazy?

Is this house haunted or am i just crazy?

You're just crazy. Next question: Footless tights -what's the point?

If one desires footlessness, a substantial positive something is required to create the negative quality. Tights fulfill that role superbly. Nonetheless, is footlessness pointless?

"I support stockings," Mrs. Garters answered opaquely. She kindly footed the bill on my last shopping excursion. I ordered ten new pairs of top-notch, toe-less tights.

They were that rare Austrian style, resembling lederhosen. Mrs. Garters and Mrs. Girdle both loved plum pudding, so I made some just for them. Professor Plum and his lovely wife

were overjoyed at the sight of the pudding. They appreciated all the time and effort that had went into it. They invited me over to their lovely home so that we could all enjoy it.

"Blood Pudding?" It was pork blood too. I thought it was chocolate pudding. I tried to force it down. Everyone was looking at me expectantly, especially Lana.

I smiled trying not to let my sensitive gag reflex get the best of me in front of Lana. But the blood pudding was getting best of me. My overactive imagination didn't help either.

The blood pudding oozed out between my teeth and squished outta my mouth like a semi-petrified turd. It plopped into my lap & Lana giggled & pointed. It was then that I knew that

I should've taken those etiquette classes in middle school. My other peers laughed derisively and called me "pudding mouth" for the rest of my high school career.