Stiff as a board? Darling, not on my watch. A sudden tingle rushed through my fingers, and when I rolled my raised hand, the jagged sleeve actually swept with a soft rustle. I took a playful step forward across the textured black surface, leaning down toward that grotesque little skull candle resting beside my heels. With a single tap of my black claw, I flicked its melted wax tip just to see if it wobbled. It held firm, grinning right back at me. Well, now—looks like the real show has officially started.