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Part Four: Hallowed Visions

October 26th, 1990. Hallow-con, New York City

Victoria held Dan’s hand as they walked down the aisle looking at all the vendors. Her black lipstick gilstened as she smiled while spotting a group of guys sitting around a table with hardcover books, sheets of paper, and twenty-sided die. “Should we see if we can join this session?” she asked.

“Sure honey.” Dan answered. “Afterwards, can we look for a poster vendor?” Victoria agreed and they approached the area set up for table-top role-playing. Every player shifted his focus on the approaching couple. One of the guys nodded in approval of Dan’s shirt from the first Halloween movie. The rest of them grinned at the sight of Victoria in her tight leather top. “You guys playing?” she asked.

“You bet.” one of the gamers said as he stroked his little beard. “We’re setting up for a Ravenloft session. Wanna play?”

“Yeah, that would be great.” Victoria said, excited as she and Dan sat down to join them.

A pencil thin guy seated with the group looked sharply at Victoria and asked, “Do you know what Ravenloft is?”

“No, I don’t!” Victoria’s pale face lit up as she asked, “Can you tell me?”

“Well, it’s Dungeons and Dragons with some horror elements.” the man said. His voice deadpan serious as he asked. “Do you know what Dungeons and Dragons is?”

Putting her finger in her mouth like a valley girl from the recently passed decade, Victoria said “Uh, yeah, like I think I heard of it.”

The man then condescendingly raised a sheet of paper in his hand. “Ok, well this is a character sheet that you use to play in the Ravenloft setting.” His eyes locked on her cleavage while he continued to explain, “You have different skills and abilities, and..”

“And you encounter the Dark Lords like Strahd Von Zarovich, ruler of Barovia who wishes to win back is love Tatyana.” The jaws of the nerds dropped, some out of surprise, others out of infatuation while they watched her finish, “Or, Vlad Drakov, whose military ambitions are forever doomed to failure. It’s a pretty dark place, but at least Vecna and Lord Soth managed to escape.” Finally, two of her black nailed fingers pointed back to her face as she knelt toward him and yelled “And by the way, my eyes are up here asshole!” before storming away. 

“Nice job dipshit!” she heard behind her as Dan caught up. 

“You OK.” he asked, squeezing her hand.

“Yeah,” she answered, squeezing his hand back. “Let’s go look for your posters then.”

“Sorry about that,” Dan said. Embarrassment seeped through his voice.

“Nothing to be sorry about.” Victoria assured him. Then, eying the large back blocking the aisle ahead, she said, “That guy’s gonna be sorry if he doesn’t stop blocking the way.”   

As the large man looked around, Dan squeezed Victoria’s hand again. “Oh my god, I think I know that guy.”

Taking a few steps closer, she heard Dan yell out “George! George!” The man turned around and waved as Dan asked, “George it’s really you?”

“Of course, it’s me!” the man answered matter of factly. 

“Long time no see brother! How are you?” Victoria watched Dan excitedly high five the man while other convention goers walked around them.

“I’m good, I’m good.” Dan’s friend said before eying Victoria up.

“This is my fiancé, Victoria.” Dan introduced. “She got to school after you were gone.” Then turning to her, Dan said, “Honey, this is George.”

“Nice to meet you.” Victoria said as she noticed the Murder She Wrote picture George was putting into his black bag. “Oh, you got John York’s autograph!” she said excitedly.

“Yeah,” Victoria was a little confused as George now appeared slightly irritated. She then understood as he explained. “It’s for my sister.”

“That’s so sweet of you to do that.”

George gave her a funny look, as if no one ever called him sweet before. Dan then intervened with, “Last season of Werewolf!”

“I know, that totally blows.” Geroge instantly reacted. “I was talking to ‘Eric’ though, and he told me they’re wrapping the story line up. So at least there’s that. I hate when things end on a cliffhanger!”

“Awesome man!” Dan said.” Well, we’re gonna check out some posters at this venue here.” Dan pointed to a booth down the aisle.

“Cool, I want to get the new Friday the 13th poster.” Victoria now realized George would be joining them.

Making their way through the swarm of people, the trio came to a booth that had bins of posters, some on displays facing out towards the crowd. As George began searching for what he wanted, Dan said, “I’m looking for the poster for the last Halloween movie, so give me a holler if you see it.”

George gave no response, but Victoria asked him “Are you a Halloween fan?”

“I liked the series,” he answered, “but I’m more of a Friday the 13th fan myself.” Halloween is cool, but I like following a series that tells one continuous story.”

“I liked the series,” he answered, “but I’m more of a Friday the 13th fan myself. I like following a series that tells one continuous story.”

“Yeah, I hear you.” Dan said. “I was always a fan of Carpenter’s vision though. I got all the posters except the last one. Hoping to score that one here.”

“It’s in here somewhere.” The vendor said while poking his head out from behind the display before finishing a transaction with another customer. “If you dig around here long enough, you’ll find it.”

“Cool,” Victoria said. Looking at all these posters surrounding her, it suddenly occurred to her to try to find one for one herself. Turning back at him she asked, “Do you have the poster for Night Skies?”

“It’s in there somewhere hon.” The vendor winked at her as he answered.

While Victoria began her own search, Dan reminisced to George, “Remember when we went to see Halloween Six?”

“I do remember. Plot was a little incoherent; but the creature effects were cool.”

“They were. After you left school, I managed to snag a copy of the producer’s cut.”

“Cool beans.” George replied, still focused on his search for the Friday the 13th poster.

“Yeah, it’s pretty awesome. They explain more of the lore and stuff, but maybe the coolest part is that there’s an extra scene with Donald Pleasance!”

“He played the priest in that one, right?’ George asked.

“That’s right, Father Samuel.” Dan answered. “There’s a scene where he mentions he has a cousin in..,” Victoria smiled as she knew Dan loved talking about this, “guess where…” George gave no answer, but Dan couldn’t wait to make the revelation. “Haddonfield!”

“What!” Now the wheels were turning in George’s head. “Wait, so it’s linked to the first one?”

“Well, who knows,” Dan speculated. “It could be just a gag for the fans, just like how in each entry someone is always watching the previous movie.”

“Right?” George recalled. “In part three a commercial for the first one comes on in a bar, right?”

“Correct” Dan said, “and in part four they go see part three in the theater.”

“I can’t remember what happened in the last two!” George said in frustration.

“Part five they rent part four from the local video store,” Dan said, “and part six they are on the set of part five.”

The discussion of the Halloween anthology came to a halt as they turned to Victoria who squealed in excitement. From the bin she was searching through, she pulled out the poster of Stephen Spielberg’s horror film Night Skies. “This scared the shit out of me as a kid.” she said as she looked over the creepy image of a bright white light coming out of a barn. Victoria’s emotions then shifted from excitement to a sense of longing. Looking at the image of a young girl standing before the barn, Victoria remembered the child actress Heather O’ Rourke, who tragically passed away from illness about a year and a half ago. Victoria’s fingers traced over the words that hung in the starry sky at the top of the poster. These words were spoken by the late actress and went on to become a now famous catch phrase, “They’re here.”

Dan struck gold next. “Here you go George!” George rushed over to Dan who pulled out the last poster in the bin he was searching. It was a poster for last year’s Friday the 13th Part Eight. Dan admired the image of New York City in the background before he handed it off to George who immediately went to pay for it. Dan then walked over to the bin George had just been searching.

While George and Victoria paid for their finds, Dan finally struck paydirt. “Bingo!” His face lit up like a Christmas tree as he stared the image of a ferocious looking werewolf chasing a scantily clad woman through a dark alley. “The night terror takes a new shape.” Dan read from the poster in reverence. Finally, resting there in his hands like a lost treasure, was the poster for Halloween Six, Curse of the Werewolf.

Victoria was happy for Dan. In her mind, she reminisced about watching the director’s cut with Dan when they first knew each other. She remembered how this made werewolves cool for a couple years. Down the aisle, Victoria could see actor John York happily signing autographs, and she mused to herself that perhaps this cycle was about to come to a close.

While having only just met George, Victoria could already tell he wasn’t often quiet. He too was looking at Dan’s latest find, and she assumed he was reminiscing too, but she then realized George fixed his gaze on the woman, the woman and her bare legs, her bare legs and her skinned knee.

George snapped out of his trance at the sound of her asking him, “So, how long have you been a horror fan?”

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 Part Three: Expendable Youth

October 26th, 1990. New Jersey

Cruising down I-78 in his gargantuan Chevy Impala, George was like the captain of a boat mowing through the garden state. The cassette player in his massive automobile blasted Slayer’s new album, Seasons of the Abyss. George slowly rocked his head back and forth as he screamed words to the song Expendable Youth.

‘injured soul lies on the ground

head blown off face down

lying in a pool of blood

an accidental death homicide 

expendable youth

fighting for possession

having control a principal obsession

rivalry and retribution

death the only solution’

Pulling off the Interstate, George pondered what all he might buy today. He had a lot of his favorite movies on VHS already; and owned a lot of posters and other merchandise. That actor his sister liked never did one of these shows before, so it would be cool to get him. He also didn’t yet have the poster for last year’s Friday the 13th movie, so he would keep an eye out for that. 

Expendable Youth came to an end. The next song on the cassette was Hallowed Point. This was a much faster paced song with the usual intense lyrics.

‘instinctive regression

with intent to kill

no regard of human life

or the blood spilled’

George couldn’t have cared less how any drivers who passed him saw his long mop of hair flopping about the car while he furiously headbanged to the rapid drumbeat and the piercing electric guitars. However, his head suddenly stopped, and he quickly turned the dial down as a cop began to tail him. Now he carefully eyed his speedometer as he didn’t need another ticket, and he knew cops targeted out of state plates. The dead skin on his knuckles cracked as he gripped the wheel; and his face shifted from that of a serious metalhead to a still mask of stoicism. 

“Fuck!” he then yelled as Hallowed Point finished, bringing the cassette to the end of side A. He just realized his Zodiac killer mask was still at his apartment.

At least he managed to get to one of Hoboken’s parking garages without incident. After taking a black backpack out of his car, George took the train across the river into New York City. Once he got to the convention venue, he saw people dressed up as characters from all the classic horror movies, Texas Chainsaw Massacre, Halloween, Nightmare on Elm Street, and his favorite, Friday the 13th. All the psychos were out, including some old school Frankensteins and Draculas. It totally sucked that he forgot his mask. His Zodiac killer T-shirt would have to do. 

Naturally, George was a seasoned veteran of the convention scene, already having many autographs of the greats that all the noobs now gathered in long lines for. Looking around at the sea of vendors on the convention floor, he calculated his options. Nearby, he saw someone at a table who had a few girls talking to him. Seeing his handsome features George understood why. He wished girls would talk to him like that. Hovering close by, George watched the fangirls woo over the celebrity. After the wenches walked away, he went over and introduced himself. 

“Holy shit it’s Eric Cord!” George said excitedly. 

“Pleasure to meet you.” the actor answered politely, not seeming to mind the fan calling him by his character name.

“Man, that sucks that Werewolf won’t be back next year.” George complained. “Such a good show, those creature effects are wicked!” 

“Thank you, I appreciate it,” the actor said graciously. “We had a good run though. Anytime you make a TV show, you never know if it’s gonna get past the first season. We were lucky we got as far as we did.”

Reaching his hands out like a beast, George said, “Well it’s been four seasons of savagery and I loved it! It blows hard that it will be gone next year. Is there anything you can tell me about the rest of season?” George was anxious to hear his answer, as the fourth and final season was now airing on the Fox Network and would wrap up this spring. 

“Well, if I told you too much you wouldn’t watch it right?” The actor laughed. “I can tell you this though, the story will have a definitive ending.”

George about jumped out his skin as he asked, “You mean Eric is going to finally kill Nicholas Remy and break the curse?” 

“Now, I didn’t say that.” The actor cautioned. “I’m just saying all the loose ends will be tied up. We won’t be ending on a cliffhanger or anything like that.”

“That’s such a rarity in this business, man.” George said, talking like he was a Hollywood insider. “Well, I’ll have a look at what you got here.” George looked over several pictures of the actor that were from the show Werewolf, as well as some from Night of the Creeps, an obscure horror comedy, and a few one-off appearances in various TV shows like Murder She Wrote, Family Ties, Hunter, and Dynasty. Looking over the photographs of the actor’s various other roles, George asked. “What will I see you in next? Would you ever audition for a Friday the 13th movie or anything like that?”

“I’d love to, but nothing has come up at the moment.” The actor answered. “Actually, my agent is trying to get me a role on a soap opera.”

“A soap opera!” George was shocked that his lycanthropic hero was going to make such a lame career move.

“You bet. It will put me on TV every day instead of once a week. More exposure right?”

“What soap opera will you be on?” The enthusiasm deflated from George’s voice.

“I’m trying out for General Hospital. Ever heard of it?”

“My sister watches it.”

“Awesome, well hopefully she’ll get to see me on the show. Do you think she would like one of these other pics?” The actor asked as he picked up his sharpie.

George naturally wanted a Werewolf photo, but he didn’t want to seem like a dick in front of the actor. Reluctantly pointing to one of the photographs, George said, “My sister watches Murder She Wrote.”

“Thanks man, appreciate it.” The actor signed the picture and asked. “What’s your sister’s name?” 

“My sister’s name is Helen.” George said, handing over some cash while looking longingly at one of the Werewolf photos. He may have been a horror nerd, but he knew enough not to blow all of his money in one spot.

“Ok, ‘To Helen,” the actor wrote out a brief message for his fan who he didn’t know; then handed the picture to George. “Thank you very much buddy.”

“Thanks man.” George took the photograph and stepped away from the booth. Before putting it in his backpack, he stopped in the aisle to take a look. Other convention goers walked around his massive frame while he read the inscription. “To Helen, see you on General Hosptial. Yours Truly, John J. York.”

October 26th, 1957, Plainfield Wisconsin

In the woodshed Sally felt something brush against her shoulder. She covered her mouth as she gasped. There was no sound, save the awful squealing outside. Nothing but blackness was visible behind her. She wouldn’t dare turn on a flashlight had she possessed one, but she did have a lighter. The small flame lit up the enclosed space, and the first thing Sally noticed were a pair of human feet. They were spread apart, bound to a bark covered wooden crossbeam. There before Sally, a female corpse hung upside down, the body’s torso was split open, gutted like a deer.

The flame extinguished as she dropped the lighter to the ground. The door of the woodshed made a loud banging sound as it flung open and her own shrieking scream accompanied the howling of the ghoul. Sally ran as hard as she could toward the road, not even trying to see where the fiend was. She could hear it though, crying out somewhere behind her, and she heard its footsteps as well.

Now a third sound cracked the empty night air, Sally winced at the shot of the rifle, she thought if she could just get to the tree-line she may have a chance. Mercifully, a pair of headlights emerged ahead of her. Her legs desperately ran toward the light as she put some distance between herself and the fiend. Another gunshot flashed as the pickup truck slowed down. She ran directly toward the front of the vehicle, frantically waving her arms. The truck swerved to her left, nearly knocking her over, its tires skidded in the grass as the truck almost flew into the trees. Circling back around, Sally planted her left foot on the rear tire and pushed herself up into the truck’s cab. Slamming her hand into the back window Sally screamed “Go Go!”  She could see the man driving through the back window who immediately sped away. As she looked back to her left, the road behind her disappeared in the darkness. Sally shed tears of relief, and she gave no thought to what made her do this; but looking back as the shape of the terrible dark house vanished from her sight, she cackled hysterically. 

Whatever that thing was that chased her, it was far behind her now. She didn’t see it frantically throwing itself around the road, it’s rough-skinned hands still gripping the rifle as its arms flayed and its body spun around aimlessly in a maniacal dance of madness and violence.