Cheap Gothic Soap Opera, Part 20

Gornibas knew that he had to stop Antigone, he had to stop her from splattering this newly-washed drapery with his blood...
little did she know, but Vampires cannot be killed by normal bullets--

"Gornibas, this shotgun shot is made of silver," said Antigone

Gornibas swallowed profusely and sweated loudly. Now there was more to loose than the drapery...his very life--could be lost. He now could put the Amulet to some real use:

grasping the Amulet, he chanted the twelve books of Yog-Sothoth Hymns from the horrible plateau of Leng...when he was done, he raised the glowing amulet,
"Now, Antigone, you shall know true pain..."
"But Barnabas, I was just kidding...it's Halloweeeeeeeeeeeennnn!!!" she screamed as her skin dissolved into ash and the fleshy body filled with holes and burning dragon claws before finally collapsing in a heap of discolored, mangled flesh.

"Oh...right...Halloween," thought Barnabas, his cheeks growing red with disgust and embarrassment. But he would have to find a place to put the body...


Meanwhile, Elizabeth and Bob came upon a sealed coffin deep under the old house. They stood side-by-side in cold, sullen silence. Finally, they had come upon the tomb of the lost child of Bob. Bob moved to the coffin and started to creak it open. Elizabeth exploded.

Chunks of flesh littered the ground. And then, the terrible truth, the sudden realization all came flying together in a horrific culmination of terror and tasteless jogging music:

Elizabeth was Bob's child!! Dr. Langee had said that whoever opened the tomb of Langzy (Bob's perfect dead son) would kill his own firstborn son or daughter (Langee did like to play God)! Suddenly, Bob remembered how Mrs. Woodson said that Elizabeth was not born, but excavated from the bottom of a tomb. Someone had revived the dead body of Langzy and given her to Mrs. Woodson as a daughter, a daughter who was named "Elizabeth!"

Bob felt a sickening feeling, he opened the tomb the rest of the way...
it was empty! So it was true, the prophecy fulfilled, the horrors revealed, the wretched wraths of woeful fate!

But who, why, how!? Who removed Langzy from its peaceful rest? Who revived Bob's dead son and created Elizabeth? Who would do such a thing?

Dangelique then appeared in the corner of the room. "Hello Bob..."

(OP: Ben, November 8 2006)