Gallowes Punkinstein could waste no more time on this hippie, he had to finish the battle and discover what was amiss at the old Franklin Place.
|Die, granola boy!|
If there was one thing our hero despised more than dirty hippies it was zombies.
|Take that you overused pop culture concept! Oh for the days when a few zombies meant a scary good time and they weren't on every sodding thing from breakfast treats to underpants!|
|Crackle and other electrical sound effects|
What to do? Although he could certainly pass a pleasant evening fighting the undead out-of-work menace he needed to make the haunted house safe for its more savory and productive inhabitants, like the ghosts and that goblin in the attic with whom he sometimes played at lawn darts.
He would go back inside and investigate.
|Aahh! More of 'em!|
|You dropped your jaw there, buddy.|
"The secret library!" Gallowes blurted out and took a moment to snap his fingers dramatically, knowing it would cost him precious seconds in combat, but style counts for something.
He had to bring this to a satisfactory conclusion for his Tesla magics could not last indefinitely. In the secret library (being a library of secrets, not a library hidden from view, although it was that as well) he found what he sought: the Thanatobiblion! Those foolish hippies he thought. Then, hey, I do have internal monologue after all! If he remembered his legends of the old house, and he did, he recalled that the second owner of the house was buried with an ancient talisman that could stop all of this horror movie nonsense. He must head for the family crypt, somewhere on the property.
|Didn't expect an ice attack, did ya. Oh the property damage!|
Will our hero make it? Tune in next time; same Punkin time; same Punkin channel.