Of The Evil
An Evil Dead/Sailor Moon Crossover
By Dan Ectodude Shannon
*Note* Takes place after my story, "Dark Side Of The Moon"
Prologue
Am I crazy? To be honest, I can't really be sure. Before, I never really thought myself to be. That's right, before... Before that unholy night... In that cabin.
About 2 years ago, or mid-1993 to those who find this, me and my girlfriend, Linda, went up to this remote place in the mountain forests of Tennessee. We didn't know it, but the owner of the cabin was an archeologist, and about a week prior, came to this remote place to translate his recent find...
Necronomicon Ex Mortis. Roughly translated: Book of the Dead.
Bound in human flesh and inked in blood, the book served as a gateway to another world. It contained bizarre burial rites, prophecies, and demon resurrection passages. Passages that exclusively gave the dead license to possess the living. After finding the tape recorder which had the phonic pronunciations of the passages, I accidentally switched it on, and something awoke in the woods...
It took Linda...
And then... It went after me.
After unsuccessfully trying to get me, it did the second best thing: It possessed my hand, and it went bad, so I lobbed it off at the wrist. There was only one hope in dispelling the Evil...
The daughter of the professor arrived with the missing pages of the book, the very pages that could be used to send the Evil back into a time rift. It worked... All too well.
The girl got killed, but I wasn't so fortunate, for I ended up like Doc Brown, and took a trip to the 12th century, to the Castle of Kandar. There, I lead a bunch of... primitives... to fight against an army of those damn things. Those... Deadites.
After supposedly ridding the Evil, the Wiseman sent me back to my own time, to my home in Dearborn, Michigan. I resumed my old job at the S-Mart. Of course, the thoughts of the cabin, the book... Linda... Are still fresh in my mind. It's very odd. Even after the events which could have altered my perception on things, I'm surprised I haven't committed myself to a nut house yet. And with the way I explain it to others, they're surprised I haven't, either.
For the most part, I was glad that the horror was over, but that book... It kept gnawing at the back of my mind. It's well being. What of someone went to that cabin, and found it again? What if they opened the doorway again? If the Evil was able to overrun mankind this time?
Ah, with that bridge out, and that path sealed off, I doubt the book will be bothered. I'm sure of it...
Should I be so sure?
An Evil Dead/Sailor Moon Crossover
By Dan Ectodude Shannon
*Note* Takes place after my story, "Dark Side Of The Moon"
Prologue
Am I crazy? To be honest, I can't really be sure. Before, I never really thought myself to be. That's right, before... Before that unholy night... In that cabin.
About 2 years ago, or mid-1993 to those who find this, me and my girlfriend, Linda, went up to this remote place in the mountain forests of Tennessee. We didn't know it, but the owner of the cabin was an archeologist, and about a week prior, came to this remote place to translate his recent find...
Necronomicon Ex Mortis. Roughly translated: Book of the Dead.
Bound in human flesh and inked in blood, the book served as a gateway to another world. It contained bizarre burial rites, prophecies, and demon resurrection passages. Passages that exclusively gave the dead license to possess the living. After finding the tape recorder which had the phonic pronunciations of the passages, I accidentally switched it on, and something awoke in the woods...
It took Linda...
And then... It went after me.
After unsuccessfully trying to get me, it did the second best thing: It possessed my hand, and it went bad, so I lobbed it off at the wrist. There was only one hope in dispelling the Evil...
The daughter of the professor arrived with the missing pages of the book, the very pages that could be used to send the Evil back into a time rift. It worked... All too well.
The girl got killed, but I wasn't so fortunate, for I ended up like Doc Brown, and took a trip to the 12th century, to the Castle of Kandar. There, I lead a bunch of... primitives... to fight against an army of those damn things. Those... Deadites.
After supposedly ridding the Evil, the Wiseman sent me back to my own time, to my home in Dearborn, Michigan. I resumed my old job at the S-Mart. Of course, the thoughts of the cabin, the book... Linda... Are still fresh in my mind. It's very odd. Even after the events which could have altered my perception on things, I'm surprised I haven't committed myself to a nut house yet. And with the way I explain it to others, they're surprised I haven't, either.
For the most part, I was glad that the horror was over, but that book... It kept gnawing at the back of my mind. It's well being. What of someone went to that cabin, and found it again? What if they opened the doorway again? If the Evil was able to overrun mankind this time?
Ah, with that bridge out, and that path sealed off, I doubt the book will be bothered. I'm sure of it...
Should I be so sure?