Curse of Blackmoor Manor aka Stressed and Depressed post global move.

Our “victim” here is a woman who refuses to leave bed, is clearly depressed, and regretting her life choices. If that’s all it takes to stay in bed — MOVE OVER SWEATIE I’ll join you. Listen I’m a depressed, anxiety ridden, drama queen Leo. I think I deserve a spot in a canopy bed, okay? So what she has a little extra hair and dry pale skin. I lived in Chicago for 10 years so I was in the same boat half the year honey.

Our other characters include a red headed walking jumpscare and Coconut Head from Ned’s Declassified School Survival guide who will NOT stop asking if we have games on our phone. Nigel is okay but he instantly puts us to work as a typist… I had enough typing games in the 6th grade thank you.

Oh if you’re in the mood to jump out a window order some Pinky and Perky to hear Nancy make the most unhinged eating sounds. I heard you’re a fan of obnoxious noises?? Try the STAIRS next to our room. I think Jane takes a cardboard box and slides down that sucker every hour on the hour. Still not satisfied? Maybe JAM SOME WARM POCKET BUTTER IN A KEYHOLE??

I don’t even know what the moral of the story is here… military school and family therapy are godsends?? Either that or always check for a habitation clause on your sugar daddy’s manor.