Fiction
The Lord of Death, Sean Gibbons
A Spooky Halloween Story
On a crisp autumn morning in early October, Larry had slept in.
His parents had already gone to work, thinking Larry had gone to
school. He decided to evade his 6th grade class and wander downtown.
There, he strolled into the local record house. Not being familiar
with certain types of music, Larry curiously examined the "Death
Metal" section. He fondled many selections, including Venom, Deicide,
Cannibal Corpse, and Amorphis--to name a few. Larry soon realized he
had found a new love. This "Death Metal" was absolutely wonderful for
Larry.
Two weeks had passed, and Larry and his two friends, Roy and
Stu, were now avid Metal Heads. They realized that Halloween was only
a week away. This would be their first Thrash Metal Halloween--they
were up to something evil.
It was now the eve of Halloween, and there was a costume contest
at school the next day. The three boys got together before school, put
Venom's "At War With Satan" album on the turntable, and started on
their costumes. Larry burned an inverted cross on his forehead. Roy
carved "Slayer" into his wrists. And Stu just skinned his older
brother's pet goat and wore its hide and horns.
They went to school and all of their peers thought the costumes
sucked and weren't realistic. This angered the three boys--they needed
an improvement. They gathered shovels, picks and saws. After a session
with their Coroner album, they were off to the graveyard. After five
hours of digging, the boys reached their goal. They opened up the
contents inside and ate it.
Today, the three boys are ready to graduate high school with
academic scholarships to Yale, Stanford and Georgetown. They still jam
out to Death Metal, however, and dismember dead things and eat it up
every Halloween.
The End
This story appeared in Church on Thursday, Issue #6, October 1996. It
also was the winner of Church on Thursday's "Spooky Halloween Story"
contest of that year. Also, if you read it backwards, it contains
Satanic messages almost as disturbing as the ones you hear if you play
the Styx album Kilroy Was Here backwards. Almost.
