Terrible-eyed, a father rose up from his coffin one night last week, rushed after his beautiful young daughter and with bloodthirsty screams attempted to sink his fangs into her throat. Poor stiff.

When you hear the word “pudding,” you likely think of a creamy, milk-based dessert. Over in the British Isles they have different meanings for the same word, some of which aren’t quite as pleasant.

Beclch, by Rochelle Owens. Whether bright or dim, there are more lights in the theatrical firmament than those that gleam on the marquees on Broadway or off. Last week Philadelphia was host to a new ...