B-Movie Reels (36 page)
Authors: Alan Spencer
Andy shuttered hearing this. “Wait, what are you saying?”
“We’re late to the first feature. The movie started twenty minutes ago.”
About the Author
Alan Spencer is a horror writer from Kansas City.
B-Movie Reels
will be his sixth novel
.
His previous small press
books include situations involving zombies with power tools, vampires operating a cider mill, and drug cartels battling cave cannibals. He's an avid horror movie enthusiast and is constantly on the lookout for his next fix. The author welcomes e-mails at
[email protected]
or visit his blog at
horroralan.blogspot.com
.
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B-Movie Attack
No B-movie monster stays dead forever!
B-Movie Attack
© 2012 Alan Spencer
It was supposed to be a fun screening of an old schlocky horror film at a university auditorium.
Unfortunately,
Morgue Vampire Tramps Find Temptation at the Funeral Home
was possessed by demons able to bring the hideous title characters to life.
Now the vampires are alive…and they want company.
After gaining access to a vault filled with horror films confiscated by film censors, the vampires have set out to unleash an army of monsters on Chicago with each reel they show.
Who will survive an invasion of creatures from B-movies like
The Intestinator
,
Slasher Girls
, and
The 500 Foot Hooker
?
And what will be left of them?
Enjoy the following excerpt for
B-Movie Attack:
Andy cut through the lush green turf outside of Dean Holliston’s office, sprinted across Louis Rice Conservatory, and shot up the concrete steps of Denton Hall, the three story playhouse.
The parking lot was jam-packed with patrons’ cars, the crowds outside the ticket booths missing now that the film had started playing inside.
Professor Maxwell arrived on the first step, and Andy was seconds from opening the main door.
“Let’s talk about this, Andy," Professor Maxwell begged him.
“You can’t go about your anger this way."
It was too late for rationalizing anything when a mob of screams cut the peaceful afternoon breeze into something startling.
The front doors burst open.
The crowd crashed forward, shoving and battering each other to reach outside.
Hundreds of students and film fans alike screamed in horror.
Andy was forced backwards, thrown down the stairs.
He was buried instantly in the shuffling horde of bodies.
“What in God’s name?”
Professor Maxwell gasped, using his sleeve to wipe sweat from his eye.
“What’s got them so worked up?
Andy—Andy, are you okay?”
He met the tide of people, the current dragging Andy's coiled up body to the bottom steps.
Before he bent down to see if his pupil was hurt, Professor Maxwell bumped into a young woman. Her neck up to her ear was bleeding with a talon scratch inches deep, the root of the wound glistening of purple muscle tissue.
“Shraaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!”
The wicked caw pierced his eardrums.
The source of the noise ripped through the front door, shattering the glass, jettisoning the fragments feet from the collision.
The creature shot up into the sky.
Leathery wings spread out nine feet wide, the ends tipped with six-inch bent talons.
Professor Maxwell couldn’t believe his eyes.
What Andy was saying was true: the movie had come to life!
The woman flying through the air was horrifying.
Brilliant deep auburn hair, long and flowing and silky smooth shimmered by the guide of rushing winds.
Stalactite teeth, mouth daggers, click-clacked in her hunger.
Its forked black tongue snapped like leather.
Ruby red lips were wet with fresh blood.
The body was reptilian plated, the skin itself oil black and tinted green in the sunlight.
Its hands were equipped with six inches fingers and equally as long of claws that could slice throats and part flesh with the efficiency of ginsu knives.
Every muscle bragged of strength to crush its enemies.
The bosom of the monster was ample, the pubic hair between its legs as bright as the locks on top of its head.
The creature was as sexual as it was an abomination.
The professor’s first instinct was to run.
The majority of the crowd has escaped with their lives, with the exception of the scattered few who’d received fatal talon slashes—three on the ground were bleeding and possibly dead.
He couldn’t leave Andy.
Andy’s trauma was sparked by the Anderson Mills deaths, but also by the films that he claimed were coming to life—and they
were
coming to life!
Another one of the flying vampire demons crashed through the upstairs quad window bathed and dripping in blood and carrying two human heads crudely ripped from the neck.
One of the heads was the dean of the university, his maw drooling blood in a bizarre death reflex.
Two more creatures shot out of the entrances, shrieking, capering, and laughing in subhuman delight.
Professor Maxwell bent down to dodge the incoming attackers.
The four swooped in on the crowd as they madly fled to their vehicles.
Heads were wrenched from bodies as they swung down, a strange “grump” sound issuing out their mouths like stubborn weeds that refused to be pulled.
Andy was getting up from the ground. He'd twisted his ankle falling down the stairs.
“
Shraaaaaaaaaaaah!
”
Another of the flying creatures shot out the front door and seized Andy.
B-Movie Reels
Alan Spencer
Off of the screen and out for blood!
Andy Ryerson, a film school graduate, has been hired to write commentary on two dozen cheap, b-horror movies.
It seems harmless enough, and he might even enjoy it.
But the people in the town around him won’t enjoy it at all when one by one, the films he watches come to life.
Andy chose the wrong projector to screen his movies.
This one is out for blood.
While Andy grumbles about low budgets and poor production values, a hungry butcher, a plague of rotting zombies, demonic vampires, a mallet-toting killer, flesh-eating locusts, and many other terrors descend on the unsuspecting innocent.
By the time he realizes what he’s done, the town is teeming with evil, and it’s up to Andy and the few survivors left to stop the celluloid horror he’s unleashed.
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B-Movie Reels
Copyright © 2012 by Alan Spencer
ISBN: 978-1-60928-737-5
Edited by Don D’Auria
Cover by Angela Waters
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electronic publication: February 2012
