The Terrenceville Terrors

Ghostly TownSomewhere in Southwest Colorado lies the forgotten ghost town of Terrenceville where a nearby Insane Asylum was de-funded by the State Government in 1903. Asylum Director Shawn Adams let loose all the kooks rather than cooperating with a procedural transfer to another facility. It was an act of revenge for the loss of his prestigious job.  Most of the patients went missing, and were never seen again!  Out of embarrassment the State deep-sixed the entire debacle, and covered up the interesting incident which was easy enough before the advent of modern mass media.  It was rumored the patient’s hid among the abandoned buildings of Terrenceville, and inbred with each other along with tourists they kidnapped.  Over the past century various people have claimed missing tourists, and local residents ended up the victims of the mentally ill ghost town populace. Inspection of the town by various law enforcement agencies yielded no sign of any so called residents. So the Terrenceville terrors were always touted as an urban legend.  Mainly by high school, and college students looking to frighten each other. In some cases merchants in nearby communities bolstered the story of the loony bin town to increase tourism.  Now the tales of terror this town has inspired have finally been confirmed as true by us here at Mystic Investigations!

Some of the Mystic Investigations Team barreled down the dusty highway at high noon in the Mystic RV heading back to Woodland Springs, Colorado from a supernatural symposium in Farmington, New Mexico.  It had been a productive two day meeting of paranormal professionals from around the Southwest United States. At the wheel was Mystic Investigations President Xavier Remington. That would indeed be me! Research Assistant, and Werewolf Seth Morgan came up with the brilliant idea to take a shortcut through Terrenceville for a brief impromptu investigation of our own.  Unfortunately none of us had ever heard the urban legend when I said why not, and maneuvered down the tumbleweed ridden dirt road.  We were all eager to get home for Memorial Day Weekend but our curiosity got the better of us!  As we spotted the ghost town ahead both front tires blew loudly, and I hit the brakes.  The RV skidded further, and then the back tires blew as well! Upon inspection we discovered rusty old railroad spikes semi-buried in the dirt road.  We only had one spare tire, and as usual those pesky cell phones can’t get any signal when you really need them the most.  So we decided to wait until our Executive-Vice President Drake Alexander woke up from under the hidden compartment in the floor safely away from the sunlight.  Once a vampire is in a deep sleep he’s impossible to wake-up!  Especially if he’s in the Astral Dream Plane visiting with other vampire spirits from around the world.  We did try to shake him awake but it was no use. The intent was to have him run at super vampire speed to the nearest town, and get a tow truck. Or possibly hoist the whole RV on his back with us inside, and then carry it to town. However that was probably somewhat outside his strength range as a 5th generation vampire.  Certainly his vampire mother Duanna Sargon, a 4th generation vampire, could have accomplished it!

On this trip it was just me, Drake, Seth, our Cryptozoologist, and Demi-Zombie Doctor Ashley Abercrombie (Seth’s Girlfriend), Investigator Elizabeth Weatherly, and Ghost Buster Rob Edmunds.  Back at Mystic Investigations Headquarters Senior Vice-President & Demi-Mermaid Witch Rebecca Abernathy was left in command.  It was 8 AM so we had a good amount of time to kill before sunset.  We scattered to explore the abandoned community that sprung up during the 1800’s as a mining town as evidenced by the nearby rusty railroad tracks presumably leading to an old mine.  Only Seth, and Ashley stayed together while the rest of us went off alone. Elizabeth Weatherly was a British stowaway on the infamous sinking 1912 Titanic when my time traveling brother Michael Remington brought her to the future.  She had read about the old west, and hoped to see it along with the rest of the United States when she was on her way here aboard the ill fated Titanic.  She entered a Curio Shop, and was surprised to find a few antiques still lying around.  It was odd nobody had stolen them all these years, and they were without dust as if just placed there.

She opened a music box that played a most macabre sounding tune.  Suddenly she heard the floor creak. She turned around to see what appeared to be a disfigured looking teenager with one eye far larger than the other.  Elizabeth shrieked, and ran out of the shop only to see an otherwise beautiful looking young woman with a full on beard skipping, and dancing toward her in a disturbing manner while holding her long skirt.  She was singing a song about slicing people up while displaying a sinister smile.  Elizabeth screamed,”Help!”, and was about to run down the main street when a big brute carrying a bloody ax came strolling across the street toward her.  She instead bolted in between the buildings frantically but was met by the disfigured boy, and an even more horrifying looking individual who resembled the Elephant Man.  Her howls for help fell silent as the bearded woman came up behind her, and placed her hand over Elizabeth’s mouth.  The bearded lady then whispered in her ear,”Be silent sweetheart or your friends will die long agonizing deaths. You’re a member of our family now!  Earl John seriously needs a wife.”  A somewhat less than savory looking man, yet not deformed, stepped up from behind Elephant boy, and said,”She’s mighty pretty! Oh might pretty indeed!”  The ax wielding behemoth named Jeb arrived next to the bearded woman, and said to her,”The future father of your unborn child must have heard the screams.  He’s running this way!”

Rob Edmunds ran into the alley between the wood buildings but found nobody. However he noticed the dirt freshly scuffed about indicating someone had been there recently.  He spun around to find the motley crew of societal rejects.  Rob was then instantly met with the butt of an axe to the face courtesy of the the muscular 7 foot tall Jeb!   Out cold he eventually awoke in a dark room with mouth gagged, and hands tied to a squeaky old bed.  The bearded lady named Shelly Ann tending to his head wound.  She silently reassured him,”Shhhhh honey we’re together now.  If you treat me right I might shave my beard off for the honeymoon.”  Rob lie there thinking,”Oh God please shave that thing off if I have to go through with this!” LOL!

I was in the saloon looking around imagining a piano playing, card games taking place Old West Saloonamong cowboys, and gunfights being instigated.  I did think it was interesting that the place looked rather clean when there was an open door letting dust blow in. A small tumbleweed even blew in while I was there.  I was looking into the shattered mirror in back of the bar when I saw the axe wielding giant Jeb behind me.  I said,”Well hello there big fella?  Are you with the Welcome Wagon?”  He ran at me roaring ready to ax me good but I thew two Ninja stars at him rapid fire. One hit his hand causing the axe to fall to the floor.  He fell to his knees, and I roundhouse kicked him in the face causing him to fall backward. I hopped over his hulking form, and ran on to Main Street.  Before I knew it a swarm of freaks came out of various buildings holding large sticks, and sharp implements. One even had a pitchfork!  I then declared,”I never felt so welcome in a town before. The love I’m feeling right now is really heartwarming guys.  Seriously I’m feeling a special connection here!”  Yes in dangerous situations I often act like a smart ass. It’s a defense mechanism. LOL!  They ran at me screaming with crazed looks in their deranged eyes!  I then utilized my special martial arts mix of Kung Fu, and Ninjutsu to let loose my fists of fury, and crushing kicks amid my flying Ninja stars, and throwing knives.

As I fought the mob off I grabbed a broom handle from one of them, and began swinging it around wildly batting them away.  These wayward wackos were coming out of the woodwork in droves, and a whack to the back of the head brought my epic battle to an end!  I awoke on a wood floor with my head aching in what appeared to be a jail with one of my legs chained to the wall.  The sunlight filtered through the boarded up windows with the shadow of the axe loving jerk named Jeb sitting nearby.  Once he saw I was awake he walked over with a menacing look on his face, and said,”If you weren’t already promised to my sister Sue Ellen I’d rip your guts out, and feed them to my hogs!”  I replied,”Oh for joy! You’re the dream brother-in-law I always wanted you big bastard!”  He literally rattled my cage, and roared like an enraged gorilla while unlocking the jail cell. I got up, and he punched me in the gut causing me double over back onto the floor. I then muttered,”May I have another sir?” He then kicked me in the stomach, and I barely replied,”Awwww God thank you! I loooooove it!”  He let out a guttural roar again before locking the cell, and stomping out of the building slamming the door behind him.  I sat on floor allowing my head wound to rapidly heal as all my injuries inexplicably seemed to do since I was a child. This despite the fact that our Cryptozoologist Ashley Abercrombie certified I wasn’t supernatural in any way.  Once I was back to full fighting ability I planned to escape, and save my team members.

Seth, and Ashley went to the outskirts of the town following the railroad tracks as they indulged in their romance holding hands in the desert like wild west outdoors.  They entered a dark mine shaft as Seth joked,”Let’s see if we can find some gold to make a ring for you!”  They giggled amid the darkness that they could see in since Seth had enhanced Werewolf eyesight, and Ashley had a more limited ability with her Demi-Zombie vision.  Seth was by no means in control of his Lycanthrope transformations, and was beholden to the Full Moon.  However in human form he did have enhanced strength, speed, agility, and senses.  Still nowhere near that of our 5th generation vampire associate Drake Alexander who still lie asleep under the floors of the Mystic RV in a sealed special tank to prevent him from burning to flames in the light of the holy sun!

Meanwhile a group of nutty Terrenceville citizens entered our RV scavenging it for supplies.  A man named Thomas Allen, the Mayor, and leader of the morons, said,”After you pick this bastard clean get the tractor, and pull this thing out by the barn.  I think it’s high time I had a proper Mayor’s office!”  Drake Alexander deep in vampire sleep was in the astral plane visiting various vampire blood relations including his vampire Mother Duanna Sargon who was currently sleeping in a New York City penthouse. He was unaware of the nefarious happenings going on above him nor in the ghost town around him.

Seth, and Ashley found an ore cart on some tracks.  Seth said,”Hey let’s ride this thing!Abandoned Mineshaft Looks like fun!” Ashley replied,”Why not!”  He shoved it off with them inside, and further down the sloping mine shaft they went. They pulled out their trusty LED pen flashlights as every remnant of daylight disappeared  At the end of the line they climbed out, and headed down a side tunnel because they both smelled something peculiar. The tunnel opened up into a larger cavern. There they witnessed the horrific sight of over a century’s worth of rotting beheaded corpses, and skeletons riddled about the cave.  Seth commented,”Man this is jacked up in a major way!”  They decided to head back, and tell the others about what they found.  Unfortunately they didn’t get far as bright lights were switched on, and a group of loony locals were blocking the way out with sinister smiles on their sick faces!

An old woman wearing creepy mime make-up said,”You really shouldn’t have come down here.  We can’t really let you leave now.  By the way how on Earth could you see in here with those small flashlights?”  Seth replied,”Oh I’m a Werewolf, and my girlfriend here is a human-zombie hybrid.”  The old woman wasn’t amused while some laughed, and a few of the younger ones acted scared.  She turned to the frightened ones, and said,”Don’t fret! They’re just silly sacrifices for our Director Lord Savior The Shawn Adams.”  She pointed toward a side chamber as the pitch fork, and sharp stick wielding clan marched forward.  They all ended up in a room with some despicable looking religious altar that had the well preserved body of a man in a black business suit embalmed inside a glass case filled wtih clear liquid.  The old woman continued,”He released our ancestors from the very bowels of hell itself!”  Ashley replied,”I bet you mean a mental institution don’t you?”  She saw some documents on the altar indicating who the man was. The old woman screeched,”Shut up, and be grateful for the privilege of being a sacrifice to The Shawn Adams!”  The normally well reserved, and respectful Dr. Abercrombie then replied,”I’m more grateful for having the privilege of punching you in the face!”  At that moment Ashley did just that, and Seth joined the fray in the chamber of horrors! Clearly the group was taken by surprise at the enhanced abilities of this unusual paranormal dynamic duo.  Seth heard more people coming down the mineshaft, and they both ran in order to prevent being trapped. On the way up they fought through more townsfolk.  Seth picking up a number of men, and tossing them aside.  The attackers looked shocked at how easily a small girl like Ashley could knock them to the ground.  Once out of the mine they fled the scene quickly!

Unfortunately the group in the Mystic RV managed to find the controls to open the hidden compartments including the weapons cache.  The Mayor now holding a machine gun along with the rest of his now well armed group cut Seth, and Ashley off at the pass.  The Mayor then coldly yelled,”Kill them now!”  Bullets flew everywhere riddling the bodies of both Seth, and Ashley before they could spring away.  Their lifeless bodies were then returned to the mine shaft altar for “proper sacrificing” as the Mayor put it.

Back in the jail I heard the mass gunfire, and picked the old lock on the rusty chain around my leg with a hidden tool I always carry with me.  I picked the cell door lock as well, and then easily kicked down the old wood door of the jailhouse along with beating the ever loving hell out of guy standing guard!  I ran in the direction of the gunfire to witness Ashley, and Seth being dragged away leaving a trail of blood behind.  Although I wasn’t particularly alarmed as I was rather sure they were still alive. You can’t kill a Werewolf nor a half-zombie with mere bullets! There was however a part of me that wondered if any of them shot the one gun that was loaded with silver bullets!  If that was the case then Seth was a goner for sure. Thankfully Ashley would not be affected since silver doesn’t hurt zombies. I lurked back to the RV to see them removing the metal casket with Drake sleeping inside.  They opened it as the Mayor tested for a pulse, and breathing yet found none.  Luckily it was under the shade of a large tree otherwise his body would have began smoking, and eventually catching fire in the light of the holy sun. He then said to one of his cohorts,”Maybe these folks are our kind of people driving around with a fresh corpse!  Take him to the sacrifice chamber.”  At the time I wasn’t worried because I had no idea that their method of sacrifice was beheading. A sure way to kill a vampire! I couldn’t worry about the supernatural members of my team now because I had to find the humans Rob, and Elizabeth. I promised my brother Michael I’d keep Elizabeth safe the last time I saw him before he left on his last trip through time never to be seen again.  At that moment Elizabeth was being forcibly bathed in a horse trough after having her clothes ripped clean off.  The bearded woman Shelly Ann whispered gently to her,”You’re going to love Earl John.  He’s such a big man if you know what I mean?”  She giggled as Elizabeth cringed at the thought.  A girl ran in, and happily exclaimed,”Hurry up, and get her dressed the Preacher is ready for the wedding!”  Shelly Ann, and two other women helped her out of the tub to dress Elizabeth in a dirty white wedding gown.  Shelly was excited,”After you get hitched it’s my turn with your friend Rob!  In fact I have to go get ready now.  You gals tend to her, and make sure she gets to the church!”  I saw the bearded woman run off as I sneaked up on the building.  Sure enough there was Elizabeth standing there as naked as the day was long! LOL!  I allowed her the dignity of getting dressed before I entered.  I ran in and demanded,”She’s coming with me ladies!”  One grabbed Elizabeth, and the other came at me with a large rusty razor blade.  I easily overpowered her while Elizabeth elbow jabbed the other in the ribs.  We both hightailed it out of there, and headed for the hills as the women screamed we were escaping.

Rob wasn’t having it so easy as he was being literally hosed off in a horse stall in a rickety old barn.  The three men standing there were laughing as the man with the hose yelled,”Come on spread those legs!  You need to be clean for your wedding night!”  Shelly Ann strolled in just then, and gazed upon Rob with lust in her deranged eyes as he covered up with his hands.  Shelly then said,”Oh don’t be shy sweetheart!  We’re going have so many nights of love together.  I know it’s supposed to be bad luck to see the bride before the wedding but I just couldn’t bear to stay away from you honey! I just got a new blade so I’ll be shaving my beard soon.  I do declare I look absolutely divine with just a mustache! Don’t you think boys?”  The men all giggled, and nodded.  The bearded woman turned around to leave but she fell to the hay lined barn floor because Elizabeth punched her in the face. I grabbed the hose from one of the guys, and began rapidly wrapping it around each one while simultaneously punching, and kicking them.  They lie knotted up on the ground rather quickly.  Elizabeth tied Shelly up, and gagged her because she kept screaming.  Rob got dressed, and said,”Am I glad to see you guys!”  As I had been skulking around I estimated there were well over a 100 residents in this so called town! We all made our way to the mine as quickly as possible hiding from terrifying townsfolk along the way!

Ghastly Ghost TownSeth was placed on the altar of The Shawn Adams ready for beheading by axe courtesy of the giant Jeb.  Ashley, and Drake lie next in line.  All appeared to be dead but they weren’t.  Seth’s bullet wounds were rapidly healing. Ashley’s far less quickly due to her zombie half not getting the human flesh it needed because she refuses to partake of such cannibalistic acts! Fortunately she could most likely still function being riddled with bullets. Drake a vampire fast asleep without a care in the world was about to meet his demonic maker!  Jeb stood menacing over the sleeping Seth as he raised his axe with sinister glee, and let out a guttural roar, while exclaiming,”This one’s for you my Holy Lord & Saviour The Shawn Adams!”

To Be Continued…..Now of course since I’m telling you what happened I’m the only one you know survived this ordeal for sure! At least I got back in time to celebrate Memorial Day! LOL!

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Harrowing Home Invasion Havoc

Home InvasionSpring was in the air as the full March Storm Moon reflected it’s silvery light off the last remains of the rapidly melting snows. The grass still a drab green devoid of the rich emerald color that would soon take shape. A lone Werewolf ran out of the woods, and crossed a yard onto the dimly lit Autumn Avenue. The teenaged Zack Powers lie alone in bed sleeping soundly in an empty house at 2:30 AM as his guardian Grandmother Debbie Powers worked the graveyard shift at Woodland Springs General Hospital.  The Werewolf trotted on to the Powers property but immediately turned tail sounding off a sharp yelp as it ran away into the dark night.  This was due to the house, and soil in the yard being blessed by Father Tom Davis along with the lawn being sprayed with powdered Wolfsbane in Autumn before the first snow.  There was also small random bars of silver, enchanted by our Witch Rebecca Abernathy, buried about the yard.  For sure the Powers Residence was Werewolf proof!

It had been a long day of school for Zack which included the Paranormal Investigations Club, swim team practice, and of course his work at Mystic Investigations as our tech guy.  Not to mention his paranormal battle capabilities courtesy of his bionic abilities.  He was in deep REM sleep dreaming of lying on a sunny ocean beach on the edge of a brilliantly mulch-colored Fall time forest.  Some Autumn Nymphs frolicked about the piles of iridescent leaves.  Near the waters edge were some lovely Mermaids splashing about while humming a mesmerizing siren song.  A strikingly beautiful Summer, and Spring Nymph sat on either side of him.  A Winter Nymph strolled out of an ice blue cave leaving a trail of glittering snowflakes.  She handed Zack an ice cold lemonade before diving into the ocean causing some dolphins to leap out of the water. In the distance a large whale blew a giant geyser of water into the air which caused a rainbow to shine across the sky.  A rainbow with a Leprechaun, and Unicorn sliding down it! After Zack received the gift of becoming a powerful Cyborg he noticed he began having consistent vivid lucid dreams.  It’s been theorized that the nanobots coursing throughout his body, and his brain as well, might have a hand in that.  In essence creating a wondrous virtual reality like dream world in his mind.  Fantasy worlds he could shape at will.

All was quiet throughout the dark house when all the sudden Zack’s bionic ears Shadow Thugsub-consciously picked up a branch snapping outside on the backyard lawn.  This followed by the foot crunching a small pocket of snow.  In his dream Zack heard the suspicious sounds. In response the scantily clad Spring Nymph said,”You better go see what that noise is honey!”  Zack immediately awakened as shadows appeared at his bedroom window.  Before he could fully awaken a metal bat violently shattered the glass sending shards flying on to his bed. Simultaneously sounds of the back door being bashed in could be heard.  Two men climbed in through the window, and one of them menacingly exclaimed,”Poor little boy home alone!  Now we’re going to have some fun.”  They chucked in a sadistic manner expecting the usual frightened reaction that fueled their devoid lives.  Zack hadn’t bothered to even get out of bed as he lie with his arms behind his head smiling.  He then replied,”We sure are jackass!”  The maniacal smiles the two men had been brandishing turned to disbelief, and then transformed into sinister scowls.  An extremely tall heavy set muscular man easily over 6′ 4″ walked into the bedroom after breaking in the back door.  His buddies relayed that they had a smart ass on their hands.

The huge man, his thug buddies called Abe, replied to Zack’s nonchalant attitude,”You either must be high, or mentally retarded because this night will be a hell you’ll never forget the rest of your life little man!”  Zack answered his threat with,”I feel bad for you guys not knowing what you’ve walked into here.  So I’m going to let you leave, and we can forget this ever happened.  I’d love to have fun beating the hell out of you but I don’t want anymore damage to my Grandma’s house.”  A deeply incensed Abe then lunged at Zack but he sprang up at super speed to the foot of his bed.  In response Abe said,”What the heck!  Get over here you little piece of crap!”  All three men converged on him.  Zack kicked one of the men by the window back out the window as he screamed like a baby at the sheer force of his launch backward.  He ended up hitting a tree trunk, and was knocked out cold.  Zack sent the other man flying into the nightstand next to his bed after he hit him with the back of his metal fist encased in human flesh.  As the wood table smashed into pieces Abe picked Zack up by his neck causing him to choke but he responded by bionic chopping his shoulders causing the man to fall to his knees in pain.  He roared in anger as he swung a punch at Zack who then blocked it while laughing.  He gripped Abe’s fist now also in pain from making extreme contact with Zack’s bionic arm.  He then picked Abe, who probably weighted almost 300 pounds, over his head only to launch him crashing through the other bedroom window into the side yard.  While this happened Abe was screaming,”Oh craaaaaaaaaaaaaap!”

The man who hit the nightstand had recovered, and pulled out a gun.  Zack heard the trigger as the bullets fired toward him.  He hit the deck while covering his vulnerable head with his cyborg arms.  Bullets bounced off his arms damaged the flesh covering that was immediately under repair by microscopic nanobots.  Another bullet bounced off his metallic alloy ribs with more outer flesh damage.  One bullet managed to hit him in his human gut.  Zack lie on the floor bleeding profusely for about 10 seconds while the man stood over him.  The evil figure said,”I knew we were going to have fun but not this much fun!  What kind of drugs are you on?  I’d sure like me some of them super strength pills?”  After about 10 seconds the bleeding began to slow as the millions of futuristic nanobots went to work repairing what would normally be a serious wound.  They also went to work ravaging the bullet like a rabid pack of microscopic carnivores breaking it down into elemental metals.  Some of which would actually be used as nutrients for the biological body while the bulk would be used to build new bionic growth to match Zack biological teen growth.

The man yelled,”Hey Abe you alright out there?”  Abe replied with a moaning,”Awwwwww yeah I think so Morty.  Son of bitch screwed up my arm!”  The man looked out the other window to his other partner knocked out next to the tree bleeding.  He then yelled back to Abe,”Damn this little bastard messed up Joe real bad!  He needs to pay, and his bullet riddled body is a great start.  Hey wait a minute how are you even still alive?  I shot all my bullets into your sorry ass!”  Zack then smirked, and replied,”You’re a lousy shot pal!”  He then kicked the man in the groin so hard that it send him sailing into the ceiling causing plaster to rain down everywhere.  His gun was flung to the dark corner of the room, and he hit the floor with a loud thud causing him to pass out cold.  Big Abe staggered in through the window at the point Zack was trying to stand up.  He had a crazed look in his eyes, and kicked Zack in the face with full force sending him on to the bed.

Abe jumped on to the bed straddling Zack while letting loose a low guttural growl that transformed into thunderous giggling.  He then declared,”It’s been one hell of a night but now it’s time to end this party.  Where’s the money you little bitch?”  Zack replied,”What money?  All I have is $50 in my wallet!”  Abe then replies,”The damn drug money your Uncle stole from me!”  Zack responded,”What the hell are you talking about! I don’t even have an Uncle!”  Abe then asked,”Don’t lie to me this is 435 Autumn Avenue!”  Zack then laughed,”OMG you stupid idiot this is 444 Autumn Avenue!”  Abe angrily attempted to slap in the face but Zack caught his good hand, and the sound of bones crushing could be heard.  Abe bellowed in sheer agony as his hand felt the wrath of Zack’s bionic strength.  Zack then used his other arm to toss the guy over his head on to the wall over the headboard of his bed.  Another storm of plaster blasted forth raining about as Abe was sent clear through the wall into his Grandmothers empty bedroom.

Once again the house was silent. Zack lie on his bed feeling the reassuring pain rapid cellular repair including his nearly broken nose.  He picked up his cell phone on the other nightstand, and contemplated whether to call 911, or a member of Mystic Investigations since we’re sometimes known to take the law into our own hands.  Zack activated the customized walkie talkie function he designed in all our phones, and said,”This is Zack. Is anyone on patrol?”  Immediately Drake Alexander, our Executive Vice-President & 700 something Vampire replied,”Drake here.  Is everything okay Zack?”  Zack then relayed the information about the home invasion, and the bloody aftermath.  Zack could hear Abe breathing in the next room, and the heartbeat & breath of Morty out cold on the floor in his room. However he wasn’t sure if the guy named Joe next to the tree outside was still alive or not.  Drake said he’d be there shortly as he shot into the darkness at super vampire speed.  The street lamps appeared as long streaks of light on the journey to Zack’s.

Drake arrived at Zack’s house a few minutes later despite being on the other side of town.  Drake observed,”You sure did a number on these guys! You okay?”  Zack replied,”Yeah everything’s healing up nicely.  I could have did better but I was half asleep.”  All the sudden Drake had an odd look on his face as he swung around to see a bloodied Abe standing in the doorway with an old double barreled shotgun.  Drake commented,”Really? A shotgun!”  Both Drake, and Zack laughed.  Abe screamed in disbelief,”What the hell is wrong with you people?!?”  He then blasted off the two shots available directly at Drake who was standing in front of Zack.  Both shots destroyed Drakes sparkling Midnight blue shirt yet bounced off his muscular torso complete with supernatural six pack abs.  There were some brief bloodied scratches but they healed almost instantly courtesy of his powerful 5th generation vampire DNA.

Abe dropped the rifle in disbelief, and almost began crying,”What the hell man?”  Drake whizzed across the room so fast that only a blur of light was seen.  He then got behind him, and whispered in his ear,”I’m a vampire little boy, and your time is up.”  Drake sank his fangs into Abe’s neck as the criminal screamed in agony.  As he drank of his blood Drake was able to read Abe’s mind, and see he was responsible for a lifetime of heinous acts he had no remorse for.  These included countless murders, and numerous other unspeakable acts he got away with in his lifetime of darkness. Drake paused as he firmly gripped Abe.  He looked at Zack for some type of approval as he nodded, and Drake sank his fangs back into Abe’s neck draining him of every last drop of blood.  Abe dropped to the floor lifeless as Drake wiped the blood from his mouth.  He then said,”I saw the pure evil in his mind.  The horrifying acts of agony perpetuated against countless innocents that make tonight look like a cake walk. There was no rehabilitation for him!  Not to mention the fact that prison sentences these days are a joke, and Duanna gave me this shirt for my birthday.  It was hand sewn from Spider Fairy webs.  Spider Fairy web Zack!”  Zack answered,”Even without reading this guys mind I knew he was a blight upon humanity!”  Drake examined the other two thugs still knocked out cold, and determined they could possibly find salvation under the right circumstances.  They were simply sadistic weak willed bullies following Abe’s lead.

Drake called our favorite Sheriff Blake Maverick.  Drake apologized for waking the Sheriff up but the Maverick was all too happy to help us out.  Especially when we pay him big money as a consultant.  The Sheriff called an ambulance as he made his way to Zack’s house. Julia Hathaway, our psychic, showed up at that moment as she sensed something was wrong.  She examined each of the men including the deceased Abe, and came to the same conclusion as Drake.  She had saw Abe’s future if he had lived, and it seems he was destined to become a homeland terrorist who ended up destroying a town of thousands with a dirty bomb.  Julia exclaimed,”You just saved countless lives from this despicable piece of refuse!”  The future of the other two men were mostly petty crimes with them in, and out of prison.  At least they wouldn’t be killing anyone now that their alpha dog bully Abe was out of the picture.

WerewolfyDrake excused himself as he easily picked Abe up in his arms, and sped away. He ended up in the next street over as a man walking his poodle was confronted with the violent Werewolf who had attempted to enter Zack’s property.  Just as the hairy horror was about to pounce on the man, and his best little friend Abe’s body flew out of nowhere landing right in front of the salivating Werewolf.  Drake then appeared beside them, and whispered,”Run.”  They ran in the opposite direction as the Werewolf chowed down on Abe’s corpse.  Within two minutes everything was gone including the bones that were crushed into powder that wafted about the grizzly scene.  Only after the feeding frenzy was over did the Werewolf realize a vampire was near.  He plowed toward Drake who raced around the side of the hairy beast snapping his neck.  The Werewolf lie temporarily motionless, and Drake quickly hauled him back to Mystic Investigations headquarters to be caged until dawn.

The ambulance, and Sheriff pulled up as Julia explained the situation to him.  She mentioned how Morty, and Joe went on about some imaginary boss they called Abe.  Julia had seen in her visions that a mental hospital would be better than prison for these two. Certainly that is where they’d go as they spoke of Zack’s power, and their imaginary friend Abe.  Drake called up a friend who serves in Great Britain’s MI6 who in turn has a CIA contact.  He owed him a favor, and agreed erase any evidence that Abe ever existed.  Actually quite an easy task for someone in government since everyone is so reliant on computers in the 21st century.

Drake returned just as the Sheriff was leaving to escort the ambulance with his prisoners to the hospital where Zack’s Grandmother was on duty in the emergency room.  The Sheriff knew not to say a word to her so she wouldn’t worry.  In the meantime Julia had dialed up the rest of the Mystic Investigations gang to restore Zack’s house to it’s previous undamaged status.  We had a good three hours to fix the place up, and clean everything!  Thankfully things go quickly when you have a witch, vampire, telekinetic psychic, and bionic boy on your cleaning construction crew!

Wolf Moon Madness

Werewolf PackWith the Wolf Moon upon us we dealt with a ferocious Werewolf pack last night!  During the full Moon of January Werewolves are compelled by the extraordinary lunar forces to coalesce into packs.  Most Werewolves are loners unaware of their nocturnal plight, or choosing to keep it a secret.  Those Werewolves who are always within packs are generally aware of their condition with some manner of control in place since Werewolves will attack anything including each other in their mindless state.  Another unique feature of the Wolf Moon is compelling of common wolves to join up with Werewolves to increase their hunting numbers.  Together the packs only instinct is to hunt, and devour humans!

We got a call just after Midnight from Sheriff Blake Maverick who said the fur was flying down at the lumber mill graveyard shift on Old Mill Road.  The Woodland Springs Police had originally been called, and they naturally brought animal control with them.  Luckily the Sheriff got the call over his radio at the same time so he could stop the amateurs from killing themselves.  Naturally Police Chief Spencer Cantrell had a fit since he doesn’t like the Sheriff nor Mystic Investigations.  He calls us vigilantes, and he’s always looking for ways to arrest us.  Thankfully Sheriff Maverick is well aware of the supernatural world, and the Werewolf menace we face while Cantrell is in deep denial, and calls us nuts.  He caught some glimpses of the Werewolves swarming outside the large lumber facility where employees were hiding in fear.  The Chief explained it away as high school nerds injecting wolves with steroids.  I’m not sure how this guy attained the position of Police Chief but he’s truly a moron.  As he was leaving he saw us pull up in our mobile Werewolf Command Center RV, and snickered,”Well well if it isn’t Xavier Remington, and his team of paranormal vigilante nuts cases!  Come to kiss the Sheriffs ass I see.”  I replied,”Oh shut the hell up Cantrell!  We’re so sick of you’re sarcastic bull! People’s lives are in danger here!”  He then shot back,”Bull!  I’m sick of you crazy loons running around town pretending your hunting vampires, werewolves, ghosts, and boogie men!  You should all be locked away in a mental asylum. In fact I think maybe you better all come with me for a psychological evaluation.”  Sheriff Maverick ran over, and said,”Get the hell out of here Cantrell, and let the pros do their job!”  Cantrell laughed as he sped away in his police cruiser.  Our associate Julia Hathaway, who has telekinetic powers, had seen coffee in his cup holder, and caused it to fly in his lap.  His laughter then turned into screams of agony as we all started laughing.

The Sheriff said he’d repelled the Werewolf pack with a holy water machine gun we specially designed for him but he was out of ammo.  As for the common wolves with the pack he scared them away with standard gunfire.  However we heard the unholy howling as the glowing amber eyes of voracious Werewolves emerged from the woods near the lumber mill.  They crashed through a window, and we ran into the mill to confront the pack consisting of nine Werewolves.  The regular wolves ran out of the woods as well compelled by their Lycanthrope masters.  The Sheriff pulled out his gun, and fired toward the wolves scaring them away again.

Since Werewolves are cursed humans our main goal is capture, and containment until sunrise.  However we’ll do whatever it takes to save innocents from the demonic monsters of the full lunar night.  Every member of our team without powers is packing hardware with silver bullets along with souped up squirt guns containing holy water, Wolfsbane (the best herb to repel Werewolves), and colloidal silver.  We also have special tranquilizer hand guns we reserve as the second to last resort with silver bullets being the last.  The Werewolf tranks are hand made, and formulated by our Cryptozoologist Ashley Abercrombie.  If not made perfectly, and shot in a proper quantity, or manner it will kill a Werewolf as it contains highly concentrated Wolfsbane, and trace quantities of silver.

One man, and a woman were hiding behind some shelving containing a large quantity of lumber as two Werewolves clawed at them.  Rebecca Abernathy, our talented Demi-Mermaid Witch, came up behind them, and said,”Hey fur balls!”  The two Werewolves turned around, and sped at her as she bellowed,”Mystic Sphere!”  Her protective pink transparent mystical energy bubble enveloped her.  The rabid Lycanthropes bit, and clawed at her but couldn’t make a dent in the supernatural sphere.  Rebecca laughed while motioning the man, and woman to run out the nearest exit to the waiting Sheriff.  She then attempted to try her Werewolf de-transformation spell that only worked once back in July 0f 2010 in Amish Country.  She uttered the incantation,”Devilish dogs! Hounds of hell listen to the sound of this spell. I repel thee back to Hades moon unbound. In the name of Goddess Artemis I command thee to re-adorn your human form!”  Both Werewolves were oddly calm for some seconds as they began to transmute to a wolf man like state. One of them exclaimed,”Wha…what the hell is this?  Am I dreaming?”  Suddenly the rays of the Wolf Moon illuminated through the warehouse windows causing them to revert back to full mindless monster form. Again they attacked Rebecca with a passion.  She then yelled,”bestiarum repellat!” which sent the two beasts flying into the shelves of lumber that in turn piled on top of them.  The Lycanthropes quickly shook off the logs but Rebecca deactivated her Mystic Sphere, pulled out her trank gun, and shot two tranks at one.  She hit perfectly in the spot near a major artery by the heart, and another in the neck.

Unfortunately the other hellish hound raced toward her at lightening speed tackling her to the ground.  She held back it’s razor sharp jaws inches from her face with her Demi-Mermaid strength while the despicable creature drooled on her.  She then screamed,”Ewwwww you disgusting dog!  Mystic Sphere!”  The pink sphere formed around both of them, and she yelled,”Fugere in caelo sursum!”  The Mystic Sphere rapidly ascended to the ceiling, and crashed through causing rubble to rain down.  While she struggled with the bushy beast the sphere flew past her usual stratosphere limit, and all the way up to the thermosphere.  At that point the sunlight was shining over the horizon yet the lunar light was still with them.  She tried her de-transformation spell again, and it worked.  Rebecca immediately halted the sphere, and caused it to descend as she glimpsed upon the International Space Station in the distance.

She was now dealing with a terrified naked man who had no idea what was going on as Rebecca flew down to the clouds below.  Rebecca then said,”This is a nightmare.  Go back to sleep.”  She pulled out a pouch with some iridescent dust, and blew it in his face causing him to fall asleep.  Once back inside the lumber mill Rebecca grabbed the tranked Werewolf, and flew both back to the RV to be placed in a silver plated cage washed in holy water, and wolfsbane.

Drake Alexander dealt with two Werewolves as well since once in close quarters Werewolves hunting multiple humans will often break into groups of two.  As a fifth generation vampire Drake only needs his bare hands to take down what he calls,”Damn Demonic Dogs!”  The two Werewolves jumped on top of him but you easily shook them off causing them to fly into the wall.  After wrestling with them a bit he punched one in the face knocking it out cold while he snapped the neck of the other.  Neck breaking won’t kill a Werewolf but it will be unconscious for a time.  He suffered some minor wounds from bites, and scratches but they healed in seconds.  He then grabbed one with each hand, and dragged them out some garage doors.  Suddenly he heard a guy scream in terror on the roof of the facility.  Drake then jumped two stories up, and beat the ever loving hell out of another Werewolf which he tossed to the ground.  He jumped back down, and dragged all three back to the Mystic Investigations RV.

Julia Hathaway, and I happened upon a group of three men being attacked by two Werewolves.  Unfortunately one had already been bitten but Julia used her telekinetic powers to toss one of the supernatural wolves off another guy in the nick of time.  I shot a trank into the other Werewolf just as he lunged at me.  Then into the one Julia tossed aside.  The bitten man was hysterical, and I had to punch him in the face for his own good.  He would need to be taken back to our headquarters to be apprised of his grim Werewolf future.  He would not transform tonight but rather on the next full Moon.  There was a large lumber cart nearby that Julia, and I put the Werewolves on along with the guy so we could push them back to the RV.

Meanwhile Hunter Jackson, Ex-Navy Seal, and Ashley Abercrombie, our Cryptozoologist, dealt with one Werewolf already in the progress of mauling a man to death.  Hunter had no choice but to let the silver bullets fly free.   Once hit by the silver bullets the Werewolf transformed back to a man.   Ashley went to the mauled mans aid but it was too late.  She called Drake on the walkie talkie, and he appeared in a flash.  He bit into his wrist, and let his healing vampire blood flow into the mans mouth, and into his wounds as well.  Everyone crossed their fingers hoping for the best.  Suddenly the man started breathing but he was still in bad shape.  Earlier the Sheriff called an ambulance which just arrived.  Drake carried the guy out.

The last Werewolf had summoned the common wolf pack who stealthy entered from behind the building.  Zack Powers, our bionic boy wonder, called over the walkie talkie that wolves were attacking several people who had been hiding among stacks of logs.  Zack was tossing them aside with his cyborg arms while some even bit him.  Despite destroying his flesh they could not harm the metallic framework.  Once tossed off the nanobots within his body would begin repairing the wounds.  Father Tom Davis had cornered the Werewolf with the natural repellent properties of his Catholic Priest presence while reading from the Bible, and tossing forth his personal brand of holy water.  Each time the water hit the Werewolf white unholy vapors rose forth causing the hairy horror to screech in pain. Rebecca ran in, and used her Faunapathic powers to calm the regular wolves down.  Now out of the Werewolves trance the appearance of the growling Werewolf nearby scared them into scurrying away into the woods for good this time.  Zack then pulled out his trank gun to knock out the final Werewolf.  Rebecca had seen that the sun aided in her de-transformation spell so why not an unconscious Werewolf?  The spell slowly worked, and it eventually revealed a nude woman.  Father Tom shouted,”Oh sweet Lord!”  Rebecca quickly covered Zack’s eyes as the Father thew his jacket on her.

Unfortunately we didn’t have enough silver plated cages to hold nine Werewolves so we had to use silver shackles for the rest while keeping them dosed with Wolfsbane until we could get them back to Mystic Investigations headquarters in our large sub-basement containment facility.  Another ambulance arrived to deal with those bitten by the common wolves.  The ambulance then left, and the lumber mill was closed down for the night.  We thanked the Sheriff Blake Maverick for his help which included telling the employees that the Werewolves were regular wolves, and that someone had merely spiked their drinks with PCP causing them to see monsters.  Blaming everything on PCP always seems to work when covering up the world of the supernatural for everyone’s protection.  We were about to drive away when a pack of twelve Werewolves emerged from the woods.  We all took up defensive positions until they all transformed into humans.  Yes they were standing there wearing nothing what so ever yet they seemed not embarrassed in the least.  Since two were women Rebecca covered Zack’s eyes again.  He whined,”Awww come on!”  They were the Werewolves from the local Comanche tribe who were in complete control of their Lycanthrope transformations.  The tribe Chief greeted us,”Good evening Mystic Investigations.  We appreciate your efforts here but we request that you turn our Werewolf brothers over to us.  The great spirits have told us we must bring these men, and women into our world so they may use their curse to the benefit of humankind, and Mother Earth.”  We agreed, and turned all the Werewolves over to them.  They transformed back into wolf form carrying all nine away into the dark cold night including the dead one who they claimed they could revive through a powerful Native American spirit ceremony unique to the Wolf Moon.  The man who had been bitten by a Werewolf didn’t want to go with them nor with us once he woke up from my knock out punch.  He gave us his contact information, and went home.

We then drove over to Forest View Lane to have a very early breakfast at the 24 hour Lumberjack Roadhouse.  I enjoyed a hot stack of flapjacks loaded with butter, and maple syrup with a side order of hash browns, sausage, and a buttermilk biscuit.  Then we were off into the lunar lunacy once again.  Thankfully all the Werewolves in Woodland Springs that night had formed into that one wolf pack.  Before sunrise we ended up thwarting a robbery of the local Pizza Hut.  The weirdos literally wanted some free dough.  We captured a Ghoul raiding the graveyard.  He’s now locked away in our lab for study.  The expulsion of a poltergeist from a bed, and breakfast topped off the night before we went to bed.  Just another night working at Mystic Investigations!