Horror

The Revenging Manta, the ninja vigilante of downtown Orlando, lay in a crumpled heap on the floor of the Battle Beyond the Stars exhibit in the Museum of Schlock. I was still cradling my bleeding hand as my finger had been just bitten off by Count Zarth Arn from Starcrash.  “Take care of him,” Count Zarth Arn said… Continue reading

I walked softly on the hardwood floor of The Fifth Cord exhibit, the Revenging Manta trailing close behind. It was then that I saw the most horrifying sight. One of the punks that had taken over The Museum of Schlock had vandalized the centerpiece of the room, a marble bust of the great Franco Nero. They’d spray… Continue reading

The Revenging Manta and I were stumbling around in the dark of the Spookies exhibit in the Museum of Schlock. Funny enough. This exhibit was left mostly intact. Someone had removed the yellow dress shirt that adorned the were-cat mannequin. I could have sworn I saw the robot sheriff Elle out of the corner of my eye,… Continue reading

The Revenging Manta, the ninja vigilante of downtown Orlando, and I were sneaking inside the Museum of Schlock, trying to surprise the punks who’d seized my property. We entered through a secret passageway in the Starcrash exhibit. No punks to be seen, but I got the eerie feeling that we were being watched. Maybe it was the… Continue reading