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xx The Myriad of Horrors Part 2
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Even Abe Sapien joins in the battle. Thank goodness Abe is a good guy, I just wonder where Hellboy is? As the battle is in favor of the good guys, I could only smile. The bad guys are starting to go down one by one...except for Jason Voorhees that keeps popping up. Then out of nowhere a huge dust storm engulfs the battlefield. When the dust settles, Shannon and I, are standing alone. All of the fictional characters have vanished. We look where the house was and it vanished too. We are now in an open desert. From the distance, we see a lone figure walking towards us. We try to adjust our eyes. The figure becomes clearer and then we look at each other in astonishment. It's no other than Freddie Krueger! Freddie: "Fell asleep did ya? How did you love my nightmare? Did you really think the good guys would win?" Shannon: "You son of a b***h! I've always hated you!" Shannon runs towards Freddie with a dagger in hand, as she approaches, Freddie guts Shannon like a fish with one foul blow!" Paul: "Oh my god, this can't be real! Shannon, Shannon.....tell me you're okay!" Freddie: "Paul, how would you like to have Shannon's head displayed on your mantle?" Freddie prepares to deliver the final blow to Shannon, preparing to lop off her head. Shannon whispers something that is inaudible. Freddie: "What?" Freddie stoops down closer to hear what Shannon says. Then all of a sudden Shannon with Wolverine type, adamantium claws coming out from the back of her hands slices Freddy! Shannon slices this Nightmare on Desert Street four times through the stomach. Freddie looks surprised & bewildered. Shannon is non-stop and slices through his legs, cutting off both legs. She slices through his arms. His bleeding arms drop to the desert sand. Shannon then does a twirl and with adamantium claws ready, slices through Freddie's neck. Freddie's head lands in front of my feet. Freddie's head: "Don't stare at me, pick me up!" When Freddie's head tells me that, I kick the head as hard as I could and off into the sunrise Freddie's head went rolling down a sand dune.
As soon as I punted Freddy in to the abyss, Shannon and I, were mysteriously back at the Old City Cemetery on Broadway Ave. We were laying on the ground near plot #13. The Milestone headstone was no longer sideways, but was back to normal again.
Paul: "Holy cow, I must have fallen asleep, I dreamed I went into this portal and encountered Abe Sapien, Frankenstein, Fred..." Shannon: "You werenít dreaming! I was there too!" Paul: "Okay...if we were not dreaming and sucked into that portal, then were all those characters real?" Shannon: "I donít know, but Freddie sure seemed real." Paul: "But, Freddie is a fictional character." Shannon: "I donít know what the hell happened Paul, but we were sucked into that portal and it seemed like it lasted hours! I don't think the characters were real though.Ē Paul: "How do you know that, if Freddie was a fictional character, why couldn't the other characters be real?" Shannon: "Paul, please shut up, does it really matter what was real and what wasnít? Can you please zip it for a while? I need a freaking moment to process this." Paul: "Sorry." Paul: "Shan, one more thing. How did you acquire Logan's claws?" Shannon: "Who is Logan? My Jimmy Choo is broken and I have a tear in my tanktop! What the hell happened?" Paul: "Logan is Wolverine...nevermind." Shannon: "I am seriously trippiní. I need a glass of wine...like now.Ē Shannon reaches for the claws and holds them up. They are dripping with blood. Shannon: "Paul?" Paul: "We were there Shannon, we were there.Ē At this time, Paul's cellular hotline rings, it's Chris Grissom, one of our paranormal investigators. Chris: "Hey, I heard you had an investigation with Shan, any luck?" Paul: "Chris, you would never believe me if I told you. Iíll email you the report tomorrow. I need to go.Ē I hang up the phone and Shannon and I get off the ground and go sit on a marble bench near the mausoleum. We sat for what seemed like hours, silent, looking into nothingness.

Paul Dale Roberts, HPI General Manager, Paranormal Investigator & Ghostwriter
Haunted and Paranormal Investigations International & Shannon McCabe, HPI President, & Ghost Girl
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