This show must be possessing me, because it really isn’t that great, but I can’t stop watching it. If I hear another long conversation of meaningless accusations and denials, I might scream:
-“You’re up to something…”
-“I’m not up to anything…”
-“Don’t pull that old trick on me!”
-“I’m not pulling anything!”
But then, I am sort of in love with the sentimental Barnabas and his decrepit manse on Widows’ Hill. And I am looking forward to the time travel, ghosts, and parallel universes that Wikipedia promises.