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Something strange was going on at the Middleton Funeral Home. Behind the moss covered brick and the dark curtained windows the corpse of John Paulson was shivering back to life.
Dr. Belmore, the Necromancer. A man, who could raise the dead, checked the restraints holding the body—he didn’t want this one to escape like the last one did a few nights earlier. He had never found out what had happened to the revived corpse of Mark Scranton after he (it?) had jumped from the embalming table and bolted out the back door. Hell that was only last week! It was the fifth time that the doctor had attempted to practice his necromancy skills to raise the dead. The first four times had resulted in disappointing failure, but this time it had worked! At first the Doctor had been ecstatic about his accomplishment, but when the thing ran out the back door; his ecstasy had turned to shock. He was unprepared for how quickly the cadaver had become reanimated. Now the thing was loose.
Scranton had been killed in a terrible car accident that had torn off half his face and had crushed most of his internal organs, but his right kidney was still viable and Dr. Belmore had a buyer for that kidney.
The next night, while working, Dr. Belmore thought he had heard a faint scratching on the embalming room door. Like something wanted in. He had rushed to the door but found nothing but a bone chilling wind that whipped into his face. It was just the wind; just his imagination; just his paranoia.
Dr. Belmore had learned the dark art of necromancy from a voodoo priest in Haiti. He had studied with him for over five years. When he returned to America the Doctor had devised a plan…he would open a mortuary, use his necromancy skills to bring the dead back to life, harvest their undamaged organs, sell them on the black market, and become filthy rich.
Unfortunately his first ‘patient’ had escaped and Dr. Belmore had no idea where he (it?) was. While he could raise the dead, he still hadn’t learned how to control them once they became undead.
Now John Paulson was on the embalming table ready for harvesting. Dr. Belmore had already called his black market connection. The collector would arrive within two hours. Dr. Belmore would have to work fast, but he was an extremely skilled surgeon and even though his work required him to work alone he was confident that he could complete the work quickly. Once the deal was complete he could get to his real passion—breaking bones and sucking out succulent bone marrow. Raw, human bone marrow was like candy to the Necromancer.
Then…
There was a knock at the door. His collector was early! He still had to remove and pack the Paulson’s kidney. Damn it! Dr. Belmore removed his surgical gloves and went to the door.
A solitary figure stood in the doorway. “You’re early, but come in, sit down.” The figure stepped through the doorway into the bright light of the embalming room. “My God!” gasped Dr. Belmore. He gagged at the terrible stench that burned his nostrils. The half exposed jaw bone moved grotesquely as if trying to speak, but only an awful gurgle came out. Its tongue lolled out the open side of its face twisting and turning like a slimy, bloody snake. Dr. Belmore stumbled backwards. An icy shudder shot up his spine. His eyes became wide with astonishment and horror. It wasn’t the organ collector—it was Mark Scranton!
The thing seized Dr. Belmore’s left arm and with supernatural strength began to slowly tear it off. The Doctor screamed in agony. He screamed for mercy as his joint popped and his muscles and tendons began to tear away from his shoulder. He saw a pulsating fountain of rich, red blood where his arm used to be before his world went dark.
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