horrors2

overnightmike.The_Explod.tex

  1\chapauth{overnightmike}
  2\chapter{The Exploding Curse}
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  6A dark night filled with trial and unrestiness was ahead. The bar
  7tender said unimportant things which I heard. A vague feeling was
  8consuming me like I was consuming alcoholic beverages. When? When
  9will the signs come again and would they let me live? Being a
 10gritty person himself the bartender did not question my long
 11drinking mainly because I am a very mature person. I could not
 12shake the vague feeling. It was everywhere.
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 16I felt like vomiting but did not. Instead I was glad I had a
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 21The door to the tavern burst open, but the bartender never saw who
 22walked into the door because he had died of fright. I saw his rusty
 23blood. He was the lucky one of the two of us, who were the only two
 24people in the bar. Besides the signs, which had arrived. At least I
 25didn't have to wonder anymore. My legs burst open in a liquid
 26explosion.
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 30My whole being was pain. Excruciating on the floor of a bad bar in
 31a skid-row section of town. The signs had left but their work was
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 36I passed out from the pain of having exploded legs. But I woke up
 37sometime later and poured some booze on them to make the pain stop,
 38I could not walk, so I wrapped them in dirty, booze soaked bar
 39towels, which were plentiful behind the bar. I was left to lay in
 40the bar with the dead bartender who was putrid with corpse-stink.
 41That was My Fate. My Punishment. My Own Prison.
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 45Everything was quiet. The dead bartender said, ``What's your name,
 46cursed one?''
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 50``Burke Dreadnought,'' I said, quivering in fear at the talking
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 55``Do you know why you are here at this time, do you know what pain
 56really is?'' the corpse hissed at me, spraying me and everything
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 61``My legs exploded so I think I can talk about pain,'' I wiped the
 62blood off of my gratuitous chin stubble while saying.
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 66``Oh yeah, not yet you can't!'' The corpse began levitating and
 67suddenly I remembered. Bavarious! The curse all of a sudden made
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 72Summer 1967. I'm a rookie cop, green and not jaded at all and Luke
 73Bavarious is showing me the ropes of the hard, rain-slicked streets
 74of Miami. The Haunted House Murder Case. Fourteen people dead in
 75the span of one night. Bavarious wasn't assigned to the case but he
 76was the first one to the scene with me in tow. He growled out
 77instructions, brazenly brandishing his large-caliber handgun like
 78he always did. We found a kid. Left at the scene. Not murdered
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 83``The Haunting will follow you unless you put an end to the cure,''
 84the kid said while shaking because he had vomited so much. ``The
 85curse must be lifted by giving the bones in the basement a proper
 86burial. There were ritual murders here back in prohibition times by
 87an evil bootlegger. Now he haunts the house by killing everyone in
 88it all the time!''
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 92Bavarious growled, ``You make me want to puke! I'm here to get to
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 97After we left the scene I said meekly to the scowling Bavarious, ``I
 98think we should give those bones a proper burial bacause kids
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103``Ha! Let's go catch some scumbags!'' Bavarious put on his sunglasses
104and went back to his squad car. Six years later I quit the force
105and started drinking. That was when the signs came to the bar to
106remind me of the curse and the kid I should have listened to.
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110My legs were spewing gore trails all over and I finally remember
111that I always carry a large-caliber handgun. I shot the
112curse-zombie bartender right between his red devilish eyes. His
113last words were, ``Soon, soon you will know the horrible depths of
114hell as I know them, Burke Dreadnought!''
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118I am in the bar still. I will die here but if I could walk I would
119go into a basement in Miami, and dig up the remains of the mad
120bootlegger's victims and give them a proper burial. I would dig
121them out of the same basement they found Luke Bavarious in last
122year, raving about curses to this day in a mental asylum.
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