*“This book is too damn scary!” bluethree mutters as she slams the book shut.
To ease the tension, she initiates a pillow fight with her her teenage girlfriends. “Tee hee hee,” they peal, before they notice that with the windows thrown open to the night, it is growing cold, terribly cold…*
*What? What was that noise?
*
Gartog seems to forget about the wondering monster he begins creeping to the stairs.
a low mumbling emanates from somewhere in the region of his lips
*It sounds like someone is in the lab . . . .
Those pesky kids
Although I could do with a few spare parts 
Come on, bobkitty. I think I hear a noise over here.
::Glancing around, finding a hidden panel::
This looks like it leads to a lab of some sort. Come on! I hear something moving on the other side.
That scene was so good, I think we need to see it again
The hunched back figure of Gartog slowly climbs the stairs he limps along the hallway inaudibly whispering things to himself.
He stops just in front of one of the many bookcases lining the hallway, he drags his misshapen fingers across one of the shelves, they pull one of the books and a low mechanical sound is heard rumbling through the house.
The book case swings aside revealing a darkened room, at the far end of the room a door is open and two figures stand silhouetted in the door way,
Gartog looks across the lab, staring in to Superdudes eyes.
Time seems to stop, just for a second, and then . . . .
jarbaby awakes in the arms of Wolfstu
wha…wha…wha happened?
She looks in the mirror…what’s that carved on her forehead?
A PENTAGRAM?
HELP MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
wolfman howls menacingly off in the distance… for now
…Superdude stares across the room at Gartog, immobilzed by fear. Instinctively, bobkitty recoils behind him. Superdude watches the hunched shape of Gartog start sidling across the room, wrinkled, misshapen hands opening and closing. The temperature in the room starts dropping in degrees, while sounds unlike that which Superdude orbobkitty have ever heard emanate from Gartog’s mouth::
Fichie! Nogawo cropenia wilnoe! Klaatu Baraada Nikto!
Superdude’s limbs betray his instinct to flee, and he cannot move.
bobkitty! Run!
::Wolverine slowly creeps up the cellar stairs where he’s been lurking the past couple of months.::
Sniff, Sniff.
I smell fresh blood. The moon is almost out and I don’t think I can contain the beast within. I grow hungry and restless.
Howwwllll!!
Oooohh… look! It’s the hunchback from that Disney movie! And he’s gotten the door open for us!
::scampers across the room, meeting Gartog partway… pouncing on him, she knocks him playfully to the floor and pins him underneath her::
Hi! There’s all sorts of weird stuff going on here, and we need to find our friends. Can you help us? Oh, and can you release my friend over there from your weird mind-control spell? It didn’t work on me, you know, 'cause I’m a special kitty. 
Wolfstu eases the terrified jarbabyj to the floor.
She continus her screaming. He reaches out to try and console her… with an arm consumed by the maniacal machine implants. This just makes her scream louder.
I won’t hurt you, he says, It’s just me.
Slowly, holding tight on to the wall, Jarbaby comes to her wits again. It hasn’t been an easy night. Fearful things are going on in this house. She opens her mouth, and suggests:"…
-= DarkJudicator stumbles though the front door, carrying an empty gasoline can and soaked through to the bone. =-
Hello? Is anyone here? My car ran out of gas about a mile down the road… next to a bunch of other abandoned cars… weird, that. I just need some gas and I’ll be out of here.
-= Silence. Shrugging, DJ goes wandering up the antique staircase, nervously glancing over his shoulder every time a step creaks underfoot. Silly boy, he doesn’t realise that every horror flick has to have an Obligatory Dispensable Latecomer who either ends up posessed or eaten by the BAD THINGS - he’ll learn, won’t he? Bwahahah… BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAcoughchokesplutter. =-
-= Sorry about that, just needed a glass of water. Anywho, DJ hesitantly makes his way down the long corridor, running his eyes over the ornate antique weaponry hung on the walls. He shivers a little - from the cold, of course - and tries to ignore the sounds that the wind carries. They almost sound like faint voices [sub]join us… join us…[/sub] =-
Demise staggers into the room and collapses.
“Don’t…go in…there…” he wheezes, “that…bathroom hasn’t…been cleaned in…over…a…hundred years…”
His eyes roll back in his head and he lays silently, breathing shallowly.
Damnit, Wolverine, the OSU vs. U-M thread is still a few weeks off yet.
Space Ghost drove his Honda up to the Massive Mansion. Her had felt the evil vides comming from it across town.
It never fails He thought * Every Halloween in Dopersburg, some sort of Supernatural disaster occurs. looks Like I’m going to miss* Enterprise* tonight. Damn!*
Hefting his Shotgun he made his way up the steps, he could hear the screaming inside…
“What’s causing all this?” He wondered out loud. He jumped when a voice behind him rasped;
“That’s easy. The Illumanti and the Old Ones.”
Turning around, Space Ghost gasped. It was…
bobkitty you are quite charming my dear
Gartog lifts bobkitty of his chest by the scruff of her neck, holds her aloft and looks her in the eye.
It can get lonely up here in the lab, I try to make new friends but the parts I use as not as good as they could be:sigh:*Of course the introduction of cremation has reduced the number of available parts too.
A cat might make god company hmm?*
He places bobkitty on the floor and turns to Superdude
What have we here then? fresh meat how delightful
Gartog clamps chains to the immobile body of Superdude turns away and limp through the lab. His creaky voice drifts through the lab towards the immobile prisoner.
Now where did I put that saw? This body will make a welcome addition to my collection, yes…oh yes …
oh, no! i can’t let Gartog take away superdude! [sub]especially since i’m STILL angling for a date with him![/sub]
POUNCE
pins Gartog down with superior weight
tsk, tsk, Gartog… and you danced so well… how could you? tsk, tsk, tsk…
clamps down on Gartog’s neck, making sure not to dislodge Un-Hypno Goggles[sup]TM[/sup], the only defence that works against the Gartogian Mind Control
Tsk, tsk, tsk…
straps Gartog down on his own operating table
HEY! LEGGO!
gags Gartog
drags hypnotized superdude over to equally hypnotized bobkitty
tut-tut, got you too?
stands guard over both humans
hey, what was that?
sniff, sniff
false ala- AIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!
::lieu accidentally wanders in still clutching a surfboard with an enormous half-circle removed from one side::
“Hey, what’s going on here?”
::recoils in horror::
“Oh my God, look at your crotches!!!”
::runs away in a bentover, protective fashion::
“Ayeeee, it’s an invasion of the body snatchers!!!”
Ah ha!Cougarfang has triggered the waste disposal system
Which happens to be very large and full of swinging scythes, crushing anvils and pulverising spiked rollers.
Even your goggles can not save you now! I would laugh manically only I seem to have been gagged. Drat. Sorry Cougarfang
**Superdude[b/] begins twitching slightly the curse is wearing off. Will he return to normal? Will Cougarfang get crushed? What will happen to the evil Gartog
Tune in next post, ame bat-time, same bat-channel.