Our Intrepid Heroes leap into action, racing up to the hotel's second-floor landing, where they find a terrified chambermaid cowering behind a chair. Barely have they asked her what gives, however, when they're joined on the landing by every other pair of Sam 'N' Dean cosplaying idiots in attendance, and to Our Actual Intrepid Heroes' visible disgust, it quickly becomes clear that this chambermaid's part of the convention's scheduled hunt. "Gather close, everyone," she announces, with appropriate vocal flourishes, "for a terrifying tale of terror!" "I saw a ghost!" she explains. "None other than the ghost of Letitia Gore herself!" "You'll excuse me for asking, I'm sure!" Raoul brazenly interrupts at this juncture. "But however did that impudent little Kripkeeper person arrive at that particular name?!" I'm not sure what you mean, friend of friends. "Oh, you asinine excuse for a typist!" Raoul shrieks, getting testy. "Have you forgotten that Letitia GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORE is the name of my lady-fabulous gender-bending alter ego!?" Wait. You do drag? "Hmph!" Raoul snorts, offended by my apparent misappellation of his surprising after-hours hobby. "I perform gender illusions, missy, and don't you forget it!" Lizard, please -- tottering down to Excelsior in a tatty bouffant wig atop a rickety pair of sprung-out slingbacks on Halloween does not entitle you to call yourself a gender illusionist by any stretch of even your delusional imagination. "Well, I never!" And I'll ensure you never will if you don't SHUT IT ALREADY and let me FINISH THIS GODDAMNED RECAP. "The nerve! Of all the horrible little beastly little awful little wretched...!"