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until he read the article. The detective asked him why Andy was found brutally murdered outside the theatre. Professor Maxwell had mentioned in the email a prized student had watched the reels in Anderson Mills to write reviews for the DVD release, and that kid was Andy Ryerson.  
    Did Andy previously survive an attack like the one at the university?
    “It doesn’t matter.” He pounded another shot straight from the bottle. “He’s dead now. Nobody believes my story.”
    Sometimes I don’t believe it myself.
    Ted was drunk enough, his steps weren’t sure, and he stumbled to the closet. Regardless of whether his film came to life or not, he wanted to locate his other seized films. Thirty years was much too long to wait, especially when he knew the property existed.  
    He removed Morgue Vampire Tramps Find Temptation at the Funeral Home from the top shelf within the Polypropylene film can and set it on his bed. Then he loaded up the Max-310 film projector. Ted turned out the lights. He flipped the switch to the projector. An uneven white square hit the wall.
    He glanced back and forth between the reel and the projector. “Like you’re coming to life, yeah right. That would be truly crazy.” He cackled like a drunk. “Madness.”
    Ted pounded back another shot of liquid courage. He wiped what dribbled on his lips and down his chin onto his shirt sleeve. “Thirty-three years of being a broke-ass film critic. I wanted to make horror movies, not write crummy reviews.”
    Movie companies were paying out good money for old horror movies for DVD release. Schlock-Shock-Cinema had contacted him to offer a job giving audio commentary on Morgue Vampire Tramps Find Temptation at the Funeral Home . If he had all ten movies, Ted imagined, he’d make a load. Three-hundred thousand dollars, he thought, would be ample to fund a new picture. After speaking with Gary tonight, he decided he wouldn’t rest until he tried to resurrect the monsters and take them up on their promise to recover his movies. I ’ll either prove I’m out of my gourd or that what I saw was actually real. And if they’re real, I’ll play it safe.  
    Follow the plan, and nobody else will die.
    He loaded five shells into the Thompson pump action 12 gauge.  
    Jesus Christ, am I really going through with this?
    This is ridiculous.
    Until I do it, I won’t stop thinking about it.
    Ted strapped the shotgun over his shoulder and approached the reel. He attached it to the projector, and it played onto the wall.  
    He braced himself.
     
    There was no warning. In a split-second the shotgun was torn from his hands. He was thrown onto the bed, suddenly stripped of clothing, and surrounded by four naked women. The darkness carved out by random flickers and the changing colors of the reels displayed his night visitors. He couldn’t focus on defending himself or making sense of anything. Tongues licked his nipples, teeth playfully bit at his neck and lips hungrily kissed him on the mouth. The sweet smell of clean skin, perfume and lust consumed and intoxicated him. His instincts diminished. He put down his defenses.  
    “You brought us back,” a Kathleen Turner-esque voice purred in his ear. “We were beginning to think we would be shelved forever.”
    “Play time,” another rasped, stroking her fingernails up and down his thighs. “Oh, I can’t wait!”
    “So many possibilities.”
    “Once isn’t enough.”
    “This time, it will last forever. We’ll overtake the city, and every city.”
    Breasts played across his lips, one pair after another. He tasted, sucked and slopped on what was granted him in unending abundance. Warm bodies lay next to him, cradling him, absorbing him, attempting to put to rest his fears. And then the blonde woman from the booth in the theatre was above him. She played his hands over her milky breasts and then steadily brought her fingers down across her downy pubic hair to her open sex.  
    “You have nothing to be afraid