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like father, like Today is Friday, so I have to be on watch one more night before I�ll know some more about Brian. Oh no, I�ll have to give Tiffany a rain check on a night out. I can�t waste time having fun, when he�s still out there planning something. Where will he waken the dead next, and with what magic, and the big question, why? So far he�s awakened bodies on the east side, south side, in the city on the west side. That leaves the North side not yet zombified. Now let�s get back to the house and look at my city maps and try to guess which cemetery he might be in tonight. I got home and FiFi was eagerly waiting for me. Not because she missed me, but because she needed to go outside. I climbed down the homemade latter style staircase to my office in the basement. The basement looks like many other basements, with its catch-all areas and clearings. My office is a small room at the far back side of the larger room. No visible locks on the doors, just a poster of Hubastank, a contemporary band. I neutralize the magic locks on the door, and walk in. With a flick of my finger, five candles light up. It�s a nifty little trick. As you gaze around the room from you left to your right you�ll find shelves full of an assortment of herbs and other bottled ingredients, for magic potions. Then hanging across the back wall is a 4�x6�map of the greater Pittsburgh area. Finally on the right wall are dozens of books on a bunch of different topics. And in a clearing in the middle of the floor is my magic circle of inlaid copper and silver. I made my way across the floor to the map. I found three cemeteries on the north side, but none of them felt right, like they were his next target. I looked around on the book shelf for a map of Butler County. Butler County is the next county north of ours. I found it and unfolded it, and began looking for a cemetery. There, in Evans City, just across the county border, about thirty miles north or Point Park, where the rivers join. Something about this name of this place sounds familiar; I remember that name from something, but what. I went upstairs to grab a bit to eat, and to feed Fife. I poured some food into her bowl and fixed me a sandwich, some chips, and a few dill pickle slices. As I sat, eating my lunch I racked my brain trying to remember where I know that name from. Then a book dropped off the shelf on its own, or maybe I did it subconsciously. I got up and picked up the book, sat back down and stared at the title on the cover. It was titled The History of Cinema in and around the Pittsburgh area. I had time, so I thumbed through the pages. I�ve always had an interest in Movies and TV shows filmed in and near my home. My house was even in one movie as the camera passed by it getting to its destination just a block away. Then, in chapter 4, Horror Films How it began, my question was answered. There, right in front of me I saw where he would strike next, Evans City Cemetery, on the south side of the town. The picture was about 45 years old, in black and white, and the caption read, Birth place of the movie, Night of The Living Dead. I somehow know this is where he will be tonight, to raise the dead. But knowing this only raises another question, what is his connection with the movie? �Well, Fife, we have time to take a nap before we head out to Evans City, so let�s take a nap.� I stretched out on the couch, and she lay on the floor in front of the couch, and we drifted off to sleep. I awoke to FiFis barking at the front door, and the clanking of the door knocker, banging on the wooden door. I dragged myself to the door and looked out the peephole. It was Tiffany standing there impatiently, waiting for me to open the door. �Just a minute� I yelled to her, but before I undid the safety locking spell, I stopped and looked at her for a moment, she is so beautiful. She reached up and pounded with her fist, �come on, you�ll want to know this now, �she yelled out. I disarmed the spell, and opened the door. She hurried in, sat on the couch, picked up the book I was reading, and said �you already know.� �Know what?� I asked. �I decided to do a background check on his ancestors, since there wasn�t anything worthwhile in the net about Brian. And I came across something about his father.� She was baiting me, having her fun, at my expense, and I didn�t care.� Would you like to know what I found out?� She turned to chapter four, and held it up to me. �Brian�s father helped make this movie. The reason this cheap low budget movie was so popular and made so much money, and became a classic was because Brains father was a wizard too. He made a deal with the director George Romero to use real zombies and good luck magic to ensure the success of the movie.� �Then what happened?�I inquired.�You�re gonna love this part Jon. It took more digging, but I dug, especially for you. After the filming was over Romero reneged on his deal with Charles Coughran, Brian�s father. No money or credit was given to Charles. After the movie there�s no information at all on his father. Does this help any?� My brain was spinning, trying to absorb the new information. If Romero went back on his word, means that Charles might not have been able to fulfill his part of the bargain with some dark power. Projects this big isn�t done for free. Someone has to pay for all the dark energy it takes to bring so many bodies to life, so many times. Charles made some kind of important deal with some power, trusting Romero, putting something precious up for collateral. Then when Romero backed out Charles was stuck paying the bill, so to speak. Brian must be out for revenge. He wants to bring hundreds of zombies back to life at once, and panic the whole city. There�s no way the council can protect the whole city at once, without the public finding out. Either save the public, or save our secrecy, it�s a no win situation. I grabbed the book from Tiffany to check when the premiere of the movie was. As I franticly read through the pages, Tiffany laughs and tells me, �October 1st, 1968 is the opening date in Pittsburgh, at the Fulton theater. �That�s tomorrow, �I blurted out. I reached for the Post, but she beat me to it. She flipped to the entertainment section and began reading an article on the anniversary celebration to be held down town and at many other theaters in and around the city. There was going to be a special celebration in Evans City, where George Romero and others will be there to make special appearances. The people don�t know it, but so will the zombies. I got to a phone, and hoped it would work long enough for me to get my mentor, and set up a meet later today. Promptly at 6:00p.m. There was a knock on my door, and my magic locks were opened from the outside, by whoever was out there. I sure was hoping it was my mentor, and watcher, Master Wizard, Dempsey. I reached for my cue stick, just in case it wasn�t, but as I did, a hand shown through the edge of the door, and my magic cue/staff was in his hand. My cue stick/magic staff now belonged to whoever�s hand it was. As the sleeve of the hands shirt came into view, I knew it was Dempsey. Nobody else I know still wears pirate like, bell sleeves. As the door swung open my assuming was confirmed. I had my wand pointed at him, just in case. �Well, Jonathan, this better be as important as you think it is. He sat down and I filled him in on what I had found out in the last few days. I also explained the connection to the movie, and who was behind it all, and what his plans are, for this weekend. After a few minutes of quiet deliberation, he asked me one short question. �Are you sure?� were the only words he spoke, he wasn�t much on small talk. I told him I was very sure, and that Brian and some of his followers were going to use a popular song, with a magic spell on it to lure the dead out of many of the surrounding grave yards in and about the city, especially in Evans City. He tells me he needs absolute silence to converse with the other masters, NOW. With that he closed his eyes and begins a conference call with the others but without a phone. After the goodbyes were said, he opened his eyes and tells me a plan has been formulated, and I was to go to Evans City by tomorrow at 2:00p.m., and to take FiFi with me. �Don�t you want to tell me how to handle it, or what to do?� I asked him. He got up from the chair he had been sitting in, turned toward me, and gave me a very stern look, and said �NO�, then turned to leave. �I can see myself out, think of the things you�ll need and take them with you, and figure it out for yourself. And put better lock spells on your door.� With those words, he turned and departed, relocking my door when he got outside. Figure it out for yourself he says, decide what you�ll need he says. The only good thing he said to me was, to take FiFi, why? Does he know something I don�t, about what�s going to happen? Well I�d better get to it; I�ve got a lot of work ahead of me. Hours later I had made some potions to throw at the zombies, to make them go to sleep, or stop dead in their tracks, and a few to make the public forget the last hour of time, from the time they breath it, should I need it. My force field bracelet and both of my power rings were charged. I have my extra wand, and it�s been charged. What have I forgotten, I always forget something, oh ya, FiFis power collar. Soon the collar was all charged up and ready to put on my FiFi. I readied my coat with some reflection spells that do just as their names indicate. Now to get some sleep, and charge up my body, before I need all the energy I have to defeat this zombie king wanna be. Sleep came to me easier than I thought it would. I didn�t lay in bed worrying about what was going to happen the next day. Well, now the next day was here, and I woke up refreshed and ready for the day. I let FiFi out to do here business before we head to the festivities in Evans City. I got dressed and equipped myself for my encounter; reset my magic locks on the front door as we exited the house. We piled into the car and headed for the celebration. I don�t think I forgot anything this time. Traffic was light all the way up the turnpike and most of Lindsey road. As I approached the end of route 528/Lindsey rd. the traffic slowed dramatically, and was almost at a standstill on west Main st. I found a decent parking place on a side street, leached FiFi, and started walking toward the Living Dead Festival. �We have two hours until we go our separate ways, and release the dead from their slumber, with an unquenchable thirst for human brains. Just like those many years ago, for my father. George Romero, cheated my father out of fame, and Charles had cut a deal with the queen of darkness to make the movie real, using real zombies. My father had to pay for Romero�s arrogance, with his life. Now they will all pay for their arrogance. Everyone, make sure you CD is in its place, and your boom box is functioning properly. Let�s play some zombie music, just to make sure all is well.� Then as all ten followers clicked their play buttons, the most famous zombie song of all time blasted out of the speakers. �The King of pop would be proud. It�s amazing what a great song and a little magic spell can do. Turn off your boxes and head out to your destinations, and remember don�t turn on your box until 7:00 p.m. Do as you wish �til then.� The festival was crowded with all kinds of people. There were families, couples, and those die hard movie fans dressed up like zombies. �You know FiFi, if he wakes the dead in the Evans City cemetery; everybody will think it�s a publicity stunt until its way too late. We sure have our job cut out for us today, and I, we, have to succeed.� For the next few hours we enjoyed the food booths, and games. We ate rice cereal treats shaped like coffins, Gelatin shaped like brains, and perogies shaped like perogies and red funnel cakes that looked like intestines. FiFi�s and my favorites were the cream filled candies that looked like eyeballs. The town plans on showing the movie on the sides of two barns painted white, in two locations on the outskirts of town, and one blow up screen near the entrance of the cemetery. All three movies were start at 7:30, just as dusk came, and the shadows were getting longer. I played the dime toss, and threw some darts, and won Tiffany a stuffed zombie. It was getting late, so we made our way toward the blow up screen near the cemetery entrance. Brian finally was able to make his way through the crowd, and walked without being disturbed to the front of the eager spectators. Wearing a T-shirt that has STAFF printed on both front and back didn�t hurt either. In the dying sunlight on this crispy evening the headstones seemed to move. The pond near them was like a mirror reflecting the sunlight off the misty edges of the still water. Glaring across the field of victims, his large eyes spots a familiar face, Jonathan Harris, Damn, what�s he doing here? This is not the time to stop because some young, almost wizard, goodie two shoes is here. He can�t possibly stop me and the dark queen from getting the revenge I deserve. I�ll save him for me; while he�s busy saving people from real killers I�ll stab him with my wand. It won�t kill him, but infect him with dark power, that will spread through his body and soon change his way of thinking and acting. The queen of darkness will be so pleased with my gift of him to her. Jonathan spots Brian in the distance, on the other side of the spectators, making his way unhindered into the cemetery. As Brian clears the people gathering to watch the movie, it becomes clear that he is carrying a boom box, in his left hand, and swinging it like he hadn�t a care in the world. As Brian strolls deeper between the grave markers, Jonathan gets to his feet and tells FiFi to follow. Soon both of them are within a hundred feet of Brian. Suddenly, Jonathan comes to an abrupt stop, as he slams against a magical force field. �Enjoying the festival Jonathan?� Brian shouts out, as he positions the boom box atop a flat topped headstone.� I really wish you could join me, but it�s not my force field. It�s been made to stop any magic from getting anywhere near me, that might keep me from doing what I have to do. �Do know what I have to do Jonathan? I have to avenge my father, and destroy the man who caused him to lose his life.� Jonathan tried every spell and potion he had, exhausted his energy rings and his wand. All he had left was his cue stick and his bracelet to protect him, if need be. He was beat, and he was about to lose to Brian and something or someone much more powerful then he was. Brian looked at his watch, then turned and smiled at Jonathan. In the blink of your eye, two fingers press down on the play button. The air filled with the zombie song. The ground around us began to shake as hands and heads pierced their way out of the soil. Within a minute the zombies were standing and walking toward the crowd. The people spotted the living dead and saw the green glow that surrounded them, and cheered, thinking it to be actors, not the real things. You could hear them from a distance, exclaiming, �I need brains.� These zombies were all too real and they were hungry, for real. If I can�t stop them many people will die tonight. The hungry zombies were making their way toward the people. Wait a minute; it�s a force field against magic. �Come here FiFI.� Jonathan calls, and grabs at his dogs neck to remove the magic collar, but it�s not there. �FiFi, go get the music and get it wet, go for a swim.� At first she just stared toward the music, then, suddenly, she took off running straight for the music. Jonathan drew power to his staff and kept firing at the force field to distract Brian. Before Brian knew what was happening, FiFi grabbed the boom box between her teeth and ran like a big brown bear toward the pond. Brian drew his wand and began shooting at FiFi, in an attempt to stop her, but the headstones were getting in the way. FiFi became air born as she jumps into the pond. While she�s in mid air Brian let out a blood curtailing NOOOOOOOooo! Then she hit the water, and so did the box and the music. Then suddenly the entire cemetery glowed a bright green. The green light got brighter and brighter, so that it was too much to look at. As suddenly as the light consumed the graveyard, it disappeared. The cemetery was back to normal. There was not a zombie in sight, neither was Brian. The audience cheered with a standing ovation. Soon FiFi showed up, shaking her thick fur all over the place. I ran toward her, through were the force field was. Nobody knows how close they all came to death, or worse. The public was still oblivious to the real magic surrounding them in their world. And our secret is still safe, for the time being. We sat down and enjoyed the movie. I hate zombies. good sex is good sex. it doesn't matter where it comes from.[/COLOR |
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Check out the story of New Kensington, Pa.. The book sells for over $200 but I am sure you can borrow it from a friend.. Very interesting! Kisses, Marcy
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7/13/2010 4:32 pm |
Thank goodness for FiFi. 
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