Posted by Kojak on October 10, 2005 at 20:35:08:
My hands rasped loudly as I attempted to make them into a form as Bela's hands looked in 'White Zombie' , as the Zombie Master commanded his legions of undead, to do his bidding. My reflection in the mirror satisfyed me that I was indeed putting forth the proper effort.......so far, no Zombies had shown at my door step.........I clasped my hands once more in that singular fashion....suddenly, a knock upon the door. I walked the length of the long hall, connecting the main house with the ovarian cycst like dwelling that was the second structure of this house....the Atrium of the heart so-to-speak......whence your humble narrator walked to open this door, my hands were cold, I touched the knob..slowly I turned the knob.....Jim Bishop, the Raven haired owner of the house, slowly opened the door, atempting to personify the Zombie leader in 'White Zombie' Mr. Bishop was t owuote the Raven, never-more..indeed, slain, when upon opening the door.........
I stared into the eyes of death.......his form had a rancid appearence, unkept, fetid..rotting.....he reached for me with one knarled hand, grasping, clutching, tearing.... I stepped back....Louise, the housemaid, maid an appearence in the house at just that moment & the 'thing' grabbed her as she entered the room.....her death rattle was heard down the happy hallway in almost the same way that Phil Spector heard the grunts of the victim of his own rage, as she crumpled to the floor, a bullet in her face for her trouble.....the sounds of silence coming as a wall of sound to envelope the echoing halls in nothing but a pregnant pause............of silence.
So I closed the newspaper.....How could one man attempt to be a 'Zombie Master' with no plan other than the lame attempts at hand movements? And yet, success was his! It was in the paper after all. Marge handed him his coffee,'This Zombie stuff seems fairly off the beaten path, not to mention the paper reports that the woman killed was penetrated after death, U know what that means Marge!' Marge frowned at this last remark......'Must we go to the funeral?' she asked.....'Yes Marge' was his reply......Marge was walking to the kitchen.'God what a pervert he is..how did I fall in love with such a pervert?' Well she asked this finally, because at that moment.....a knife penetrated her spine in the middle of her back.........she grunted....her nubile breasts jutted against the fabric of her shirt & three buttons snapped...she fell on her face......dead dead dead dead dead dead dead. Bill, panting, turned the knife on him as he slowly took a deep breath & placing the knife in the drawer facing edge out wards....he ran into the exposed blade & crumpled upon the protrate form of Marge, already dead dead dead....
The paper reported the murder suicide of Bill Watts & his wife Marge. Mack Johnson was reading this story when his wife Emily walked into the study.....'Never!!!!!!!' said BIll, he was yelling uncontrollably! Marge was scared when she died, Emily? Well beyond fear..........Bill was in an obvious rage when he had killed Marge & himself, Mack was in the same state of mind...........his erection was waining.....as Emily frothed for the last time, her saliva dripping like a semi-frozen but melting ice cream cones tip of navilla ice cream dripping from it's cone.....to waste......
navilla navilla, nirvana virnava, vanilla vanilla.....Zombie Xombie Xombie.....this continued for several eeytars?! How could anything good come from this? Obviously, it would take time.....time is what Bill Watts had plenty of............so he clasped his hands, much as Murder Legendre had done on Tahitti no less, in the shadowy confines of his prison cell, he clasped his hands & practiced.....soon, he would be a Zombie Master.............
20 years later Bill Watts was released from prison.....a bonafide Zombie master, the whole prison staff was in mortal fear of his powers......now he was free......I looked back with no trepidation, my hand, clasped the door knob & the door opened......'Sweet deal to see U again Bill' the voice said.....Bill looked on with a blank satre..
Who R U?" I wondered, then the three of them walked out again, BIll, the stranger & BIll's first of many zombie slaves....Nicole Peterson.....a recent widow & recent corpse, revived by the Zombie Like Powers of Bill Watts........this was the beginning. 'Zombie Master!!!!!'..............The End