Creepy Spookums Galore!

Leon craves a midnight snack, and goes wandering through the halls in search of the long-lost kitchen. He thinks about mouse tails and peanut butter sushi and beef fried toenail clippings and other things he'd rather not eat. This spoils his appetite altogether, and he curls up to slumber atop a pile of mostly pillows.

At nearly the same time, Henry has just finished writing his name on the wall of his cave-like room, far off down another corridor of this probably pestilential dwelling that sprawls across the marshes or something. Henry enjoys the act of writing, specifically in the genre of his name. But Henry has a secret. A potentially quite terrifying secret indeed. Come in closer, my dears . . .

Oh no, closer still, much much closer than that. Really come right on in there, and you will certainly see . . .

Why, it's "television's" The Fonz!