Copyright
2005
CLARK COUNTY HORROR
Epilogue II
By MUMMY
While I waited for the exorcistic ceremonies to begin, I drifted wraithlike among the unholy revelers, never giving sign that I was there, the only knowing blockade between real and surreal, all those orgiastic preludes to the horror that awaited for the danse macabre.
As I turned from the bar that seemed to be covered in writhing costumes, hirsute and devilish beings in a snake trance of strange embibements, I brushed against the effigy to the moment, one who had one too many---long, long, long ago. Behold....
BARZONI!
Just in case BARZONI was not dead and only resting and should he decide to pillage the Bar Zone, the services of one with deep knowledge of pillaging and grog were obtained as security.
Meanwhile, there was a sentinal for quite another type of spirits, ever watchful and ready to pounce at the first sign of immortal danger.....
Little does one know when they say, "The Devil made me do it!", how close to the truth it is. Look at that poor fellow strung, from the ceiling, all skin and bones, and the devil that brought him to his fate. Hmmmmmm?????
And now, the creatures were growing restless again. They were tired of 'canned' tomato juice---they lusted for real blood, see how they seek out their destiny, these children of the night! If you look closely, you will see another MUMMY, one of the dearest, who brought her wire hanger, just in case some younguns tried trick or treating.
You'll notice the witch from Wizard of OOze made it, and under the white cowboy hat is a fellow who rode in on his own horse...though some say that he is only hung like one. How's a mummy to know?
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