Preacher Creature Meets the Scream Queen
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Bill Campbell is the actor behind Preacher Creature, the humorously grotesque character he plays when presenting schlock movies on his weekly TV show, assisted by his much-maligned sidekick, Ellis. Together, they attract a large audience of young viewers in the small town of Cotters Field. When the Creature announces a competition for aspiring horror writers, Russ Huntingdon is quick off the mark, submitting his scenario for Zombie Feast.But as fans of Preacher Creature's Creature Feature thrill to tales of madness and mutilation, it seems one viewer has gone too far, since bodies start showing up... bodies that bear strong similarities to the Creature's movies. Has someone simply gone off the deep end, or is it a set-up?Elsewhere, at a large country house, Dino Lombardi prepares to film his latest horror epic, Shapeshifter. But, it is during Preacher Creature's live TV interview with Dino that everything reaches a rip-roaring climax as the real shapeshifter is revealed in a mind-boggling on-camera transformation.

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Date de parution 28 février 2020
Nombre de lectures 6
EAN13 9781528959100
Langue English
Poids de l'ouvrage 3 Mo

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Preacher Creature Meets the Scream Queen
Robert Armstrong
Austin Macauley Publishers
2020-02-28
Preacher Creature Meets the Scream Queen About The Author Dedication Copyright Information © Acknowledgements Part One Preacher Creature Get Those Entries in, Boys and Ghouls! Prissie, Mona, Adolf and Ham An Animal’s Claw A Kiss in the Dark A Witness Sins Beheld Backstage Tour A Feather in Its Helmet Special Assignment Into the Night Five Minutes from Safety Bad Influence? Gloom A Special Type The Committee All We Have to Do The Golden Lobster Booking Dedication Part Two Scream Queen And the Winner Is Whatever Happened to Aman Nim? Welcome to the Cloisters Meeting Mia Shadow of a Man Happy Anniversary! Lois Undercover Snack Time! Goons Fingerprints De’Ath Checks In Cameo Appearance It Lives! Marching Orders Secret Place Stalk Like a Man Is It Love? Bite Night Hexed Dragon Lady The Show Goes On
About The Author
Robert is the award-winning author of four previous books for young readers. He lives in Sydney.
Dedication
For Brennan Muhoberac, who, when learning a script, is terribly strict and never misses a skerrick!
Copyright Information ©
Robert Armstrong (2020)
The right of Robert Armstrong to be identified as author of this work has been asserted by him in accordance with section 77 and 78 of the Copyright, Designs and Patents Act 1988.
All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without the prior permission of the publishers.
Any person who commits any unauthorised act in relation to this publication may be liable to criminal prosecution and civil claims for damages.
A CIP catalogue record for this title is available from the British Library.
ISBN 9781528908979 (Paperback)
ISBN 9781528959100 (ePub e-book)
www.austinmacauley.com
First Published (2020)
Austin Macauley Publishers Ltd
25 Canada Square
Canary Wharf
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E14 5LQ
Acknowledgements
“Not all creatures have scales or two heads or toddle along on all fours; plenty of monsters have two legs, walk upright, and look just like you and me. Well, not me – I am a lizard-faced freak, as I’m often reminded!”
Preacher Creature
Macho poodle,
He does what he likes –
Eating noodles, riding motorbikes.
“Macho Poodle”
The Hot Honeys
Part One

Preacher Creature
Get Those Entries in,

Boys and Ghouls!
THE MONSTER was lurking nearby. Waiting. For the girl.
“Maybe I’ll go for a dip,” she said, putting one toe into the black water. “Ooh – chilly!”
The creature, hunched over, crept along the bank, its yellow eyes fixed on the bathing beauty as she shimmied out of her cotton shift, revealing a bikini whose whiteness matched her bleached hair.
“Mandy!” called a man in the distance.
“Gee, that Perry – he makes me so mad! But he’ll never find me here.” Quietly, she slipped into the black lake, leaving the reflection of the new moon breaking in her wake.
The creature slid into the water, its green skin submerging soundlessly.
“Mandy!”
Giggling, Mandy dove down, confident pesky Perry would not find her.
“Mandy! Where are you?” A tall, crewcut man in military attire broke through the bushes and stood at the lake’s edge. Seeing nothing, he turned away and started back into the forest – as Mandy broke the surface, a claw across her mouth, stifling her scream. She kicked. Struggled. But the creature dragged her down. She got in one good jab with her elbow. Pushed away. Swam toward the bank, her freestyle a frantic thrash, feet kicking desperately, water filling her mouth as a claw caught her ankle. She kicked free, was entering the shallows, running toward the bank, calling out for Perry, when the thing leapt at her, pulling her back into the lake, its lizard-like face kissing her pretty one, causing her to faint, allowing the thing to take her down to the depths, a grotesque groom carrying his blacked-out bride over a watery threshold, the two of them disappearing as… Perry reappeared on the bank, seeing nothing. He scratched his sparse pate. “Mandy? Babe?”
“Looks like Sergeant Perry left his run too late!” said a deep voice, lightly mocking.
The camera pulled back to reveal a black-and-white movie being played on a monitor, next to which sat a green-skinned, lizard-faced gentleman in a pastor’s collar, a gold cigarette-holder clasped in one claw. He lounged in an electric chair in misty, undefined surroundings. "Did you check out Mandy’s new man? What a handsome chap! We’ll return to A Hard Day at Black Lake shortly.
“But remember, horror hounds, entries close this week in my ‘Meet the Creature’ contest, in which all we ask is that you send us a scenario for an original horror movie – a brief breakdown of the kind of movie you’d like to see up there on the screen – and the writer of the best entry will win for themself and their friends a day on the set with yours truly, Preacher Creature. You’ll attend a taping of this delightful show, Preacher Creature’s Creature Feature , and enjoy – if that’s the word – a backstage tour. Now, here to tell us how those entries are coming along is my fiendish factotum, the always exciting Ellis!”
The camera pulled back to reveal a pale-faced figure in a shroud. Little could be made out of Ellis’s features. With one thin hand, he dipped into a bodybag, pulling out a couple of large envelopes. “They’re flowing in like blood from a mummy’s wounds! As you can see, not too many – but the night is young –”
“Not really,” said Preacher Creature. “Haven’t you listened to a word I’ve said? Fool! This is the last week to get those –”
Russ Huntingdon used his remote control to mute the sound on his parents’ TV. “I’ve got mine in – Zombie Feast: The Oozing Dead , a Huntingdon original – it’s gonna be the next I Dismember Mama !” He beamed at the girl sitting on the couch beside him. Russ was a slender, wavy-haired lad with dreamy eyes and a hawk-like nose. He liked B-movies, staying up late, and Maggie Banks.
Maggie smiled. She didn’t want to laugh at something her friend clearly took so seriously, but ‘the oozing dead’ was a bit much, even by his wacky-tacky standards. Maggie was tall, slim, poised and confident. Many people’s first impression was that she was plain. In fact, she possessed an attractiveness as quirky as her character, directly linked to the power of her personality, her most noticeable feature a pile of wildly curly auburn hair which seemed to have a mind as idiosyncratic as its owner.
“So, whadaya think?”
“In my opinion, it’s…brilliant?”
Russ laughed. “You hate it! Anything that isn’t a murder mystery – that doesn’t have some kind of intellectual puzzle – you can’t stand it!”
“I don’t think my tastes are that narrow.”
“So are you enjoying tonight’s creature feature?”
“ A Hard Day at Black Lake ? Hardly.”
“See? Narrow, narrow, narrow. Go back to your Poirot and Peter Wimsey collections and leave me to my monsters.”
“Maybe I will. All those impersonations and false identities in sweet little villages that are really teeming with crims – I love it!”
“Love? Really? Does that mean I get a kiss good night?”
She smiled. “First time for everything.”
“Well?”
“Well…what?”
“How about it?”
Preacher Creature came back on, introducing the rest of the movie. Russ restored the sound.
“Do we really have to listen to him?”
“Wait till the flick’s over and I’ll walk you home.”
“I don’t mind walking by myself.”
“Your father’d flip. One of Cotters Field’s finest letting his daughter wander around the badlands in the middle of the night?”
Maggie laughed. “Cotters Field is about as bad as a day-old kitten – and as dangerous. Besides, he’s out with Policewoman Pru – again – he won’t know how or when I get home.” With a grin, she started for the door.
Russ smiled, turning his attention back to the television. “Just make sure the creature doesn’t get you!”
“I promise if any slimy things come after me, I’ll try not to faint in their arms! That includes you .”
Russ frowned as Maggie blew him a kiss and closed the door. He went back to watching the movie. Or half-watching it, while thinking about their strange buddy-friendship. They watched movies together, wisecracked together. Years ago, they had climbed trees and skipped stones – the stuff of a sitcom from yesteryear, almost cheesily innocent. Maggie was not his girlfriend. But in a movie, she would have been. A twenty-first-century Fay Wray with a Sarah Silverberg twist.
Who would I be? Russ wondered. “The monster!” He laughed out loud. “But I wouldn’t kill the girls – I’d kiss ’em!”
Prissie, Mona, Adolf and Ham
THE HOT HONEYS, the latest no-talent trio to go racing up the charts with their own blend of blandness and can-do attitude, were whining about the life-changing properties of falling in lurve.
Prissie Loman, her mouth full of pins, hummed along with the radio as she took in a dress she’d gotten at the second-hand shop. Prissie, short and lean, liked to keep busy, and her idea of relaxation was washing dishes, tidying her room, organising her homework into piles, or mending clothes, all of which she could complete with military precision while carrying on an undemanding conversation about the latest celebrity or schoolyard gossip.
Her best friend, Mona Mauvais, lay sprawled on Prissie’s bed, leafing through a fashion magazine, admiring all the clothes she’d never be able to wear. She half-listened to Prissie’s prattle, occasionally singing along with the Hot Honeys.
“So, ya goin’ in that singin’ contest?” Prissie looked up from her labour and shook a dollop of plum-dyed hair out of her brown eyes. In the glare of the desk lamp, her high-cheekboned face looked like a deathmask floating in space above a thin, boyish body.
But where Prissie was small, sparrow-like and inclined to be sour, Mona had a smile almost as wide as her hips. As talented as she was insecure, she could throw a hi

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