With apologies...r. houston
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From: SHAGGIB@aol.com <SHAGGIB@aol.com>
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Date: Wednesday, October 14, 1998 4:31 PM
Subject: Fwd: Halloween
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"Bob & Carol Perrin" <CarBob@Gateway.net>, "C. Fred Luchsinger Jr`" <fredl@maas.net>, "floyd l lane" <fllane@email.msn.com>, "Kenneth L. Warnstadt" <kwarn@gate.net>, "Linda McGill" <HCMcGILL@aol.com>, "Pat Morris" <pnodurft@earthlink.net>, "Scott Mcleod" <SAMAC@wolfenet.com>, "SHAGGI B" <SHAGGIB@aol.com>, "Steve Warnstadt" <Swarnstadt@aol.com>, "The Derochie's" <ad58@intplsrv.net> |
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Halloween |
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"Toas Warnstadt" <THWarnstadt@email.msn.com> |
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Tue, 13 Oct 1998 13:52:57 -0700 |
Halloween
Bob Hill and his new wife Betty were vacationing in
Europe, as it happens, near Transylvania. They were driving in a rental
car along a rather deserted highway. It was late, and raining very
hard. Bob could barely see 20 feet in front of the car.
Suddenly the car skids out of control! Bob attempts to
control the car, but to no avail! The car swerves and smashes into a
tree.
Moments later, Bob shakes his head to clear the fog.
Dazed, he looks over at the passenger seat and sees his wife
unconscious,
with her head bleeding! Despite the rain and unfamiliar countryside,
Bob knows he has to carry her to the nearest phone.
Bob carefully picks his wife up and begins trudging down
the road. After a short while, he sees a light. He heads towards
the light, which is coming from an old, large house. He approaches the
door and knocks.
A minute passes. A small, hunched man opens the door. Bob
immediately blurts, "Hello, my name is Bob Hill, and this is my wife
Betty. We've been in a terrible accident, and my wife has been
seriously hurt. Can I please use your phone??"
"I'm sorry," replied the hunchback, "but we don't have a
phone. My master is a doctor; come in and I will get him!"
Bob brings his wife in. An elegant man comes down the
stairs. "I'm afraid my assistant may have misled you. I am not a
medical doctor; I am a scientist. However, it is many miles to the
nearest
clinic, and I have had a basic medical training. I will see what I can
do.
Igor, bring them down to the laboratory."
With that, Igor picks up Betty and carries her
downstairs, with Bob following closely. Igor places Betty on a table in
the
lab. Bob collapses from exhaustion and his own injuries, so Igor
places Bob on an adjoining table.
After a brief examination, Igor's master looks worried.
"Things are serious, Igor. Prepare a transfusion." Igor and his
master work feverishly, but to no avail. Bob and Betty Hill are no
more.
The Hills' deaths upset Igor's master greatly. Wearily,
he climbs the steps to his conservatory, which houses his grand piano.
For it is here that he has always found solace. He begins to play, and a
stirring, almost haunting, melody fills the house.
Meanwhile, Igor is still in the lab tidying up. His eyes
catch movement, and he notices the fingers on Betty's hand twitch,
keeping time to the haunting piano music. Stunned, he watches as Bob's
arm
begins to rise, marking the beat! He is further amazed as Betty sits
straight up!
Unable to contain himself, he dashes up the stairs to the
conservatory. He bursts in and shouts to his master:
"Master, Master! ... The Hills are alive with the sound
of music!
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