It invites the reader to laugh along with it at the absurd circumstances and contrived plot points, but it treats the characters placed in those scenarios with near-unfailing respect. That is what transforms and elevates Katalepsis into something better than it would otherwise have any right to be.

The Way of the Stacy.

Heather's erotic lust for inanimate objects continues to develop.

“Ghoul-limbed apes.”

With the amount of supernatural shit that apparently exists in this town, isn't it likely that someone already owns the police?

Heh, well, it might be that the person who owns the Sharrowford police is Evelyn. In which case it's a moot point.~