Copyright
2005
CLARK COUNTY HORROR
Epilogue III
By MUMMY
Finally, it was time. Responding to the roars of the crowd and the uneasy feeling that it was time to attempt to exorcise the Clark County Horror with temple music, the banging of drums and the invocations of eerie voices, the band took its place. Let the ceremonies begin!
From your left to your right: Werewolf of London Steve-rhythm guitar; Groucho Phil-lead guitar and vocals; Meatloaf Red-vocals; ClownIt Rick-Bass guitar. On the drums in back is Gothic Matthew. (Unfortunately, the photographer goofed, TWICE...and only got the drums!) Matthew is a great 15 year old drummer, son of Werewolf of London. His mother was Mommie Dearest, with the coat hanger, so he got only Dr. Pepper to drink. ahem
AWOOOOOO, Werewolf of London!! AWOOOOOOO......
Soon the room was thumping, creatures were capering, and the heavy breaths hung like cobwebs in the air. Meatloaf was sweating to the beat, and Groucho's fez and makeup were wilting. All the songs devoted to the night of Spirits and Goblins and Ghosts, OH MY! were performed and as the exorcism continued, the stone grew lighter and lighter in Rick's pocket, while the entity within Phil continued to wash out of his pores.
As the second set of exorcisms drew to a close, Rick was spent with the burden he had carried and looked like this:
While Phil played and sang on, he slowly shed the Groucho entity and some of the final pieces were played in his natural element. As you can see, though, the little Red Devil was still incanting and doing her thing. She is very jealous of other 'beings' and was doing her best to send the horror back to McGill.
Finally it was time to shed the wrappings of the MUMMY and be MOMMY again. I rested at a table after much applause and chanting for "The Band", and various incantments of exorcism. I had a scout (grandaughter in grandson's eagle outfit) beside me, just in case I ran into a street I had to cross, and naturally, my sturdy howling companion of 50 years was at close hand.
Suddenly Rick was at the table, looking under it, here, there, everywhere...for the Stoned Sigil. "The darn thing seemed to just disappear!" he moaned. "And I KNOW it was going to be worth some big cash!"
Phil came over and just smiled..."Told you so," he said.
I got a big laugh out of them and was pleased to see the relief on Phil's face. It was about midnight now, and Rich was tired and a bit earweary, so we told the revelers goodnight and made our way out into the cool October night.
"Aren't you glad that Horror thing is gone from those two?" Rich asked. I hope they're more careful next time they take a trip. Wonder what happened to the stone, anyway?"
"Darned if I know," I answered.
I was reaching into my pocket for a tissue when I felt it. That solid, smooth, cool, stone with the blazing sigil in its center. What the.....?
I didn't tell anyone. Time enough next 'HAPPY HALLOWEEN'.
HEHEHEHEHEHEHEH...................AWOOOOOOO!
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