Copyright
2005
CLARK COUNTY HORROR
EPILOGUE
By MUMMY
The stage was set.
In the private room of a local sports bar in Las Vegas, called (and aptly so for Halloween), the
TAPHOUSE the final saga of the Clark County Horror was about to be lived in all it's frightening intensity. Weeks of planning and creation of just the 'right' ambiance of gruesome decor had finally born fruit. The crowds of costumed creatures (at least they 'said' it was a costume) were gathering and devouring the flesh and drink that were offered to them to keep them tame--for a while.
As Mummy in chief, I arrived after most of the group had assembled and watched warily as they roamed the large den of eniquity, staring at the icons of fear on the walls and hanging from the dome all around them.
I looked closely at this:
wondering if the softly glowing figure so lovingly wrapped in gossamer was someone I knew from thousands of years ago, though she gave no sign of recognition, only continuing to cast her spell upon those who unthinkingly chose to sit right within her aura. How sad for them.
Quickly, I looked around for the two who had visited the attic in McGill, only to unknowingly bring the horror back with them for this night of spooks. Oh, yes, there he was - the one called Phil. Phil and his guest entity, which he chose, in all innocence, to call Groucho.....
And there....THERE! Behind the harlequin visage, tilting with the weight of the sigiled stone in his pocket, hair a-tingle with the energy of its spell, was the skeptic Rick, tongue in cheek about the tale of horror read to him by his brother.
(continued)
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