Scotland Yard has its hands full this time, what with all the crooked seances and ghostly visitations. Their keenest mind has got the morbs, and only a pugnacious escape artist and an even more pugnaciouser journalist can help him shake the mood. Or maybe drugs are the key. Maybe he should just do drugs. That usually helps.
Simulated paranormal activity! Surprising choreography! Sudden bursts of music!
Maybe an answer to the source of Queen Victoria’s troubling dreams can be discovered at the matches factory. Scotland Yard should probably send someone there too. There’s just too too much going on. How can it all be contained within the boundries of a single theatrical event?
Nora Barnacle! Houdini! Edith Wharton! Historic Theater! Marie Curie! Drink specials! No refunds!
Door Knockers get a seat!
Bell Ringers get a seat and a skateboard sticker!
Veil Rippers get a seat, a skateboard sticker, and get to hear the ghost of Prince Albert moan their name!
Which one of those will YOU be?