The Grand Finale (part 2)
Our intrepid heroes are nearing the end of their 8th Dimension rescue mission to save Zombos from the clutches of the vile — and utterly rude — Shudderites. Finally gaining entrance to the dark castle of the Shudderites, Steve Brown, UPS delivery person and interdimensional adventurer, Iloz Zoc, humble servant to Zombos, and Glenor Glenda, the oftentimes ambivalent maid of the mansion, cautiously enter the doorway. Let's join them now as they storm the dark castle to rescue Zombos!
Iloz Zoc's Journal (cont.) "You will have to wait for the next tour."
"What?" said Steve Brown.We had just entered the doorway that the Ghost of Mae Nak opened for us.
"The next tour starts in five minutes," said the cadaverous-looking gentleman dressed in black tie and tails. The collapsible top hat and flowing cape were a nice touch. "What tour?" asked Steve Brown. We looked at each other in bewilderment.
"Which one?" he replied dryly."The one that starts in five minutes," I said, unperturbed.'
"Why, the tour of the castle, of course. We give them every hour on the hour. Please have your tickets ready.Steve Brown looked at me. I looked at him. Glenor looked at me. Man-chicken looked at us.
"We don't have tickets," I said."My my, tsk tsk. I suppose you should purchase them then, if you want to go on the tour." The tie and tails gentleman looked up and down at us. He turned the gaslight lamp brighter and stepped behind a small glass counter filled with monster toy wind-ups, rubber skeletons, mini-guillotines with mini-victims, Halloween masks, and other assorted horror-related trinkets. He straightened his bow tie and cleared his throat.
"How many tickets would you like?" he asked."Well...I suppose," I looked around--
"The fellow in the chicken costume gets in free," he said."It's not a cos--," began Man-chicken, but I interrupted him.
"Three it is then," I said."Oh, look, the head's removable," said Steve Brown as he played with a mini-guillotine. "Cool. I'll take two of these."
With tickets in hand, we waited for the tour. The sound of a chainsaw faintly buzzed in the distance. "Where's that sound coming from? I asked.
"Oh, that's the contemporary horror wing. We just opened it. You just missed the last tour for that. Freddy, Jason, Leatherface — you know, those slice and dice Cuisinart beastly types. It brings in the younger, beer-guzzling crowd. Sadly, it gets more attention these days than the true classics that started it all. A shame really.""How true," I said, nodding my head in agreement.
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