Cheap Gothic Soap Opera, Part 14

The eight-tentacled monstrosity that previously hadn't been noticed by anyone got up from the couch.
"Father," it gurgled.
"What?" exclaimed Bobby, "you're not my son! What...are...you?"
"I'm your son, Father! Don't you love me?"
"What! God, no, I mean please! Get this monstrosity out of here!"
Jeeves started to escort the monstrosity out of the room.
"But Father, no, Father! Why, father, why?" it screamed as it spit acid on the curtains.
Everybody heard a gunshot...then another...and another...and finally ten others. Jeeves entered back into the room. "The task is done sir."
"Thank you Jeeves," said Bobby, "Now i was about to tell you. My child is in fact not only in this room, but buried in it." Davidson puked again. "You see, Dr. Langee killed him after he saw what we had created through our love." Davidson puked a third time. "I killed him in a rage after he chopped the baby up and buried him here." Davidson passed out.
Elizabeth piped in. "We must find the child before our wedding, otherwise it would bring bad luck to our marriage. Let's get some shovels and start working!"
"Damn," muttered Mrs. Woodson.

Bobby was on the 5:30 bus to Port Townsport playing with a ball of yarn while the undead was having a heated discussion with the steward.
"All we're asking is that you refrain from any more brain eating," said the steward.
"I can do whatever I damn well please. It's a free country and you can't stop me," the undead replied.
"But Sir, some of the other passengers are starting to complain."
"Do I look like I give a rat's ass? I'm tired of you east coast hippie liberals sitting on your throne trying to tell the working man what to do with your harvard degrees and your drugs and your arts sessions."
"Sir, you aren't making any sense."
"Aren't I? Well aren't I? You and your fancy language!"
"I'm going to have to ask you to get off the bus at the next exit. Please sir!"
"No." The undead ate the steward's brain.
The undead sat back down. "Sorry about that Bobby. It's only gonna be a few more minutes until we meet with Mrs. Woodson about the plan...the plan to murder Bob."
"RRRRRrrrrrrrrrr yes DR. Langee rrrrrrrrrrr."
Three beings, three motives, one plan for murder so foul...all this and more on "Cheap Gothic Soap Opera" (soon to be renamed).

(OP: Nate, October 30 2006)