Post by Starbeast on Sept 20, 2009 9:15:02 GMT 12
Disclosure and Dislaimer: I do not intend to make any profit of this tribute to the creators, writers and actors from the The NIGHT STALKER tv series and tv movies.
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Kolchak: the Night Stalker
MARK of CTHULHU
Carl Kolchak - Tony Vencenzo - Ron Updyke - Emily Cowles
Chapter One: ANOTHER CTHULHU CASE
On September 9th - 2:38 am, a young man named Dan Curtis of southern Wisconsin was riding his motorcycle home after spending hours playing billiard pool for money. He was planning to use that money to rent a recording studio and create his first rock and roll compact disk in the hopes that he would one day become as famous as Led Zeppelin. He never made it home, a garbage man who was making his route discovered Dan's rendered remains in an alley only five blocks from where he lived. Police were hesitant to comment about the shredded body, but what they also were reluctant to release to the news agencies was what was next to the body of Mr Curtis....someone had used the victim's blood to write strange symbols in the alley wall. Authorities felt that didn't want to alarm the public about devil worshippers performing ritual killings, so they dragged their feet in trying to solve the case. Unfortunately for Dan Curtis, the once hot trial of clues and evidence began to get cold.....as the body of the would be rock star.
On September 13th I, that is me Carl Kolchak a newspaper reporter for the INDEPENDENT NEWS SERVICE in Chicago, Illinois have just returned from a wonderful three week vacation that I had spent at home. I chose not to go any where because I wanted to write about my adventures I've had working as a news-hound who was always looking for the story that stands above the rest, like any good newspaper reporter should. However, I've had many of my best stories locked away in police files that I could get in trouble by just talking about them, so I decided to change the names of people and places. That way I could still write about these assorted forbidden tales, and not be taken away to jail or be put into an insane asylum.
My boss and editor of the INDEPENDENT NEWS SERVICE is Tony Vencenzo, who is a hot-tempered, over-weight, over-worked, over-stressed man who enjoys eating food that gives him a sour stomach and has a heart of gold. Tony welcomed me back with a hand shake and a brand new box of typewriter ribbons, I like using my trusty thirty year old typewriter. Because it doesn't require any internet applications or need a rechargeable battery to keep it going. My co-workers were also happy to see me, Miss Emily, a sweet old lady who loves me like a son that she never had, and then there was Ron Updyke who puts up with me like a brother-in-law he wished he never had.
Yes, it was good to be back in my small cozy office space with my comfortable chair which I occasionally tilted back on when I was thinking or just relaxing on it. As I inserted a new ribbon into my typewriter, I had hopes for a decent assignment to work on and later write an interesting column about it, I didn't have to wait long. I could see my boss Tony through a glass the window of his office talking on the phone feverishly about something and looking a little upset when he hung up the phone. I observed my editor writing quickly on a piece of paper, then he paused as if he'd eaten too much, he got up and shuffled out of the door heading straight for me...I pretended not to notice his approach.
Tony Vencenzo held a sheet of paper along with some photographs: "Carl, I have another one of those grisly murder cases for you to check out, and after you have all of the facts bring it straight to my office. I'd give it to Ron, but he vomits at the sight of blood."
Carl Kolchak was handed the photos and paper: "Ron is actually a fainter and he might fall down in his work. Ok, let's see what you've got. Hmm, yes he would faint if he saw these color photos of this dismembered body. Wow, it looks like the victim was torn apart...see the ragged edges of the limbs."
Tony sounded logical: "Maybe he was hacked up with an unsharpened axe or machete."
Kolchak ponited at the photo: "No, look real close...see the edges of the body...he was definately ripped apart. Hmm, the killer had to be extremely strong to..."
Tony Vencenzo stopped Carl from finishing that sentence: "Wait, now hold on Carl, check out the facts before you start hollering werewolf!"
Ron Updyke interrupted: "Werewolf!" He stood up and walked over to them. "I wouldn't mind having a SO-CALLED monster assignment like Kolchak usually gets. You know Mr Vencenzo, I think sometimes that you're playing favorites with Carl. You always give him the real interesting cases to investigate, so I demand to have this assignment!"
Kolchak held up a disturbing photograph from the crime scene: "Be my guest and let me know how it turns out."
Ron took one look at the picture and vomitted in front of Tony: "...ugh..I-I'll wait for the next assignment. Oh my...sorry Tony...I'll call for the janitor."
Kolchak looked Tony: "You were right, he vomits...uh-oh! He got some on your shoes."
Tony Vencenzo made a sour face as he looked down: "Oooh crap! I got these from Italy when I visited my relatives, pardon me Carl I've got to clean my shoes."
Kolchak smiled and put on his hat, then headed for the door: "Yep, It's good to be back." Carl stopped by Tony's open office door. "Say Tony, my stomach is empty, you wanna share a pizza with me?"
Tony Vencenzo: "No thanks Carl, I ordered a liverwurst and limburger cheese sandwich from the corner deli."
Ron Updyke was looking a bit green and looked at Tony: "How can you eat that stuff? You'll get...(burp)...uh...indigestion...urk."
Tony Vencenzo raised his eyebrows: "Maybe you're right Ron. I'll call the deli and change my order to a head cheese and sour-kraut sandwich with anchovy sauce. Since your stomach is empty Ron, you want me to order something for you?"
Ron put his hand to his mouth and bolted for the door: "MY stomach isn't empty yet....."
Kolchak and his boss watched Ron leave quickly: "I wish Ron was a fainter, less mess. Well, I guess it's table for one at Mario's Diner for me again..." He sighed and left.
IT WAS GETTING DARK SO I RUSHED OVER TO MARIO'S BAR AND GRILL IN MY CONVERTABLE MUSTANG, GOBBLED DOWN MY SPINACH PIZZA AND TOOK THE REMAINING PIECES IN A DOGGIE-BAG (take home leftover sack). BY THE TIME I MADE IT TO THE BACK ALLEY CRIME SCENE THE AREA WAS NEARLY PITCH-BLACK DARKNESS, A BIT SPOOKY BUT I DON'T SCARE EASY. I IMMEDIATELY SWITCHED ON MY FLASHLIGHT AND WALKED QUIETLY TOWARD AN ABANDONED WAREHOUSE WHILE WATCHING FOR WILD STRAY DOGS. I EVEN WROTE AN ARTICLE ABOUT ABOUT THE STRAY WILD DOG PROBLEM, I BLABBED ABOUT VICIOUS CANINES ATTACKING PEOPLE IN LONELY AREAS.....MUCH LIKE THE ONE I'M CURRENTLY WALKING INTO. I WOULD HAVE DROVE TO THE ALLEY BUT MY CAR WOULDN'T BE ABLE TO CLIMB THE FENCE WHICH I DID TO GET IN. UPON REACHING THE LOCATION WHERE MR CURTIS WAS MURDERED, I BEGAN TAKING PICTURES OF EVERY SQUARE INCH OF THE AREA. WHEN I SNAPPED MY NINETH PICTURE I NOTICED SOMETHING ODD, IT WAS NEXT TO WHERE THE BODY HAD LAID, IT WAS A LARGE CLEAN AREA ON THE ALLEY BRICK WALL. MY INSTINCTS TOLD ME THAT A CLUE TO THIS MURDER CASE HAD BEEN WIPED AWAY BY SOMEONE OTHER THAN THE POLICE. I FIGURED IT WAS PROBABLY THE FEDS TRYING TO COVER-UP ANOTHER STRANGE HAPPENING THAT THEY KNEW ABOUT AND WANT TO KEEP IT A SECRET SO THE PUBLIC WON'T GET SCARED. A MEMORY ENTERED MY MIND, IT WAS AN ENCOUNTER WITH A COUPLE OF SEROIUS AND EAGLED-EYED FEDERAL AGENTS WHO I BUMPED INTO ON A U.F.O. ASSIGNMENT. AGENTS SCULLY AND MULDER HELPED ME SOLVE A CASE INVOLVING PEOPLE WHO CLAIMED TO HAVE BEEN ABDUCTED BY ALIENS, BUT THEY COULD ONLY REMEMBER LIGHTS IN THE SKY. TURNS OUT THE ALIEN WERE LOST AND WANTED DIRECTIONS TO A GALAXY THAT I STILL CAN'T PRONOUNCE PROPERLY. SCULLY, MULDER AND I MET THE ALIENS, HAD SOME LUNCH WITH THE OUTWORLDERS AND SAID OUR GOODBYES TO THE FRIENDLY AND POLITE BEINGS FROM ANOTHER GALAXY.
I SHOOK MY HEAD SLOWLY AND SMILED ABOUT THE WONDERFUL MEMORY, AND THEN IT WAS BACK TO BUSINESS, I FINISHED TAKING SNAP-SHOTS OF THE WALL AND EVERYWHERE AROUND THE AREA, THEN HEADED TOWARD THE SPOT I SNUCK IN. JUST I WAS FEELING COMFORTABLE THAT I WAS GOING TO MAKE IT TO THE FENCE....I SAW WHAT LOOKED LIKE A PAIR LARGE GLOWING EYES OPEN FROM A DISTANCE AND STARE RIGHT AT ME. IT'S SHADOW IN THE DISTANCE APPEARED TO LOOK LIKE A CROUCHING HUGE BEAST WITH A WIDE HEAD....I FROZE IN MY TRACKS AND WAITED FOR THE HORRID MISSHAPEN THING TO MAKE IT'S MOVE.
Then suddenly it did......the black thing rushed at me from the darkened corner of the back alley, it headed straight for me. I felt like a lion's zebra prey as it bolted out of the darkness and into the moonlight. To my amazement a hulkish black limousine skidded to a halt twenty feet from me and a large man wearing a dark suit stepped out of the car. He spoke to me with an Italian accent:
tall man in suit: "Hey you, with the camera! Mr Sposato wants to have a talk with you!"
Kolchak knew Mr Sposato was a professional mob boss gangster: "Ok! I'm unarmed! I'm unarmed! Be right there in a jiffy..."
tall man in suit: "I gotta search you any way." He found no weapons on Carl. "He's clean Mr Sposato." He shoves Carl''s face against the limo's rear seat window.
Kolchak's squished face looks at an unpleased silver haired, intense and hawk-eyed Sposato: "Ulrk blahh erbl.....hello.."
Mr Sposato lowered his power window: "Who is this?"
tall man paused then snapped his fingers and pointed at Carl: "This is Kolchak."
Mr Sposato: "What's a Kolchak?"
tall man: "He's a reporter."
Kolchak spoke up: "I'm Carl Kolchak of the I.N.S."
Mr Sposato looked intense: "What's an I.N.S.?"
Kolchak began to get nervous: "Independent News Service sir....Mr-Mr-Mr Esposito."
Mr Sposato restained himself from yelling: "Sposato."
Kolchak spoke apologetically: "Yes sir-yes sir Mr Sposato...I'm here because I'm.."
Mr Sposato recognized Carl: "Wait a minute....I remember you, you crashed my sister's wedding, you took alot of pictures of my family and me."
Kolchak felt caught: "No-no that was my brother Kurt Kolchak!"
Mr Sposato smiled: "It's you......I remember the two dollar hat.
tall man grinned: "See, I knew you'd remember this guy...so what do we do now?"
Mr Sposato's smile melted away: "Break his neck, throw him in the trunk and then you dump him in Lake Michigan."
Kolchak was stunned by the words and speechless: "........WAIT! WAIT! I'M INVESTIGATING AN IMPORTANT MURDER!"
Mr Sposato stopped the tall man: "HEY VICTOR!...wait a second, bring Kolchak back here!"
Kolchak was greatful: "Thank you thank you great sir, I..."
Mr Sposato: "How did you know about Marco killed in this alley? That wasn't in the paper!"
Kolchak: "No Mr Spasato, I'm investigating the murder of Dan Curtis. He was torn to shreds in this alley and I believe some evidence which would lead to the killer was intentionally removed from this area by the police."
Mr Sposato: "Your're half right...it was the Fed.s who cleaned up the place. Who is Dan Curtis?"
Kolchak: "He was a guitarist who was ripped to pieces in this alley and I believe someone cleaned the alley wall because they knew something about the killer. The Fed.s don't want the public to know what's really going on."
Mr Sposato relaxed: "The same thing happened to one of my men, a close family member named Marco was killed here a week ago. What do you think is going on here?"
Kolchak: "Mr Sposato, we both know something sinister is going on here and I've been on assignments like this before where things aren't always what they seem. I've solved many unearthly and unexplainable cases that would be too incredible for the average person to believe. Mr Sposato let me find the killer of both men and stop this monster from doing it again."
Mr Sposato: "Maybe you can help, Victor give him my card. When you find out who it is, you call me immediately."
Kolchak accepted the card: "Yes Mr Sposato I will."
Mr Sposato: "One last thing...Victor show him the drawing you made of the wall."
Victor whipped out his mini note pad: "Look at this...I copied it off of the wall before it was cleaned off."
Kolchak studied the highly detailed picture: "Say, this looks just like the wall...nice work Victor, you are quite the artist."
Victor grinned and pointed at the drawing: "Thanks. See, I made that brick wall look real...and those weird letters looked just like that."
Kolchak smiled: "This is great, may I keep this."
Mr Sposato: "No, Victor make him a copy...without the bricks."
Victor: "Sure thing." He drew an exact copy quickly. "Here you go, it's just like the original, but without the brick wall."
Mr Sposato: "I hope that helps. You better not forget me Kolchak."
Kolchak: "You will be the first to know who it is...."
Mr Sposato: "Good." He sat back, closed his window and the limo sped off.
Kochak continued his sentence: "...or what it is." He relaxed.
I was glad that Mr Sposato was a reasonable man, and I was also happy that the limo wasn't a creature jumping out of the dark ready to render me like a sheet of paper in a shredder. I looked at the drawing again and a flashbulb went off inside my head, I remembered where I've seen symbols like these before........I saw them in the NECRONOMICON. Yes, the dreaded NECRONOMICON...an evil reference book of astral demonic knowledge, hand written in human blood by a mad sorceror. And the only one I knew who had this forbidden magic book was the young Dr H.P. Lovecraft from Miskatonik University. I haven't communicated with him since my last visit to Massachusetts when we worked together to stop a lunatic from ending the world. I had high hopes that the doctor could give me a hand and interpit the strange symbols that were written on an alley wall, twice...with human blood.
I wasted no time, I got in my car, raced home and called Dr Lovecraft's office...fortunately the good doctor was in. I gave him all of the details and discribed the odd symbols from the drawing, Dr Lovecraft became silent for a minute, I took that as a bad sign of things to come. The first words out of his mouth were about him taking a jet plane to meet me in Chicago and discuss this further in private. He gave me instructions where to meet him at the airport..........Dr H.P. Lovecraft would arrive within a few hours at O'hare Airport.
After his arrival, then settling in a huge and modest hotel room, Dr Lovecraft unpacked his occult nessessities and began to examine all of the evidence. He asked me a few questions then I watched him scrutinizing the photos and the drawing like he was a professional detective. Suddenly he paused while reading a paragraph from the NECRONOMICON, he sat up straight and stared at the wall with a surprized look on his face. That was another bad omen for me, I had a feeling that the Earth was in danger again and it was up to us to do something.
Lovecraft stood up from his chair next to the table and stared at me in dead silence.......as if he knew I knew it was another foul beast to stop.
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Kolchak: the Night Stalker
MARK of CTHULHU
Carl Kolchak - Tony Vencenzo - Ron Updyke - Emily Cowles
Chapter One: ANOTHER CTHULHU CASE
On September 9th - 2:38 am, a young man named Dan Curtis of southern Wisconsin was riding his motorcycle home after spending hours playing billiard pool for money. He was planning to use that money to rent a recording studio and create his first rock and roll compact disk in the hopes that he would one day become as famous as Led Zeppelin. He never made it home, a garbage man who was making his route discovered Dan's rendered remains in an alley only five blocks from where he lived. Police were hesitant to comment about the shredded body, but what they also were reluctant to release to the news agencies was what was next to the body of Mr Curtis....someone had used the victim's blood to write strange symbols in the alley wall. Authorities felt that didn't want to alarm the public about devil worshippers performing ritual killings, so they dragged their feet in trying to solve the case. Unfortunately for Dan Curtis, the once hot trial of clues and evidence began to get cold.....as the body of the would be rock star.
On September 13th I, that is me Carl Kolchak a newspaper reporter for the INDEPENDENT NEWS SERVICE in Chicago, Illinois have just returned from a wonderful three week vacation that I had spent at home. I chose not to go any where because I wanted to write about my adventures I've had working as a news-hound who was always looking for the story that stands above the rest, like any good newspaper reporter should. However, I've had many of my best stories locked away in police files that I could get in trouble by just talking about them, so I decided to change the names of people and places. That way I could still write about these assorted forbidden tales, and not be taken away to jail or be put into an insane asylum.
My boss and editor of the INDEPENDENT NEWS SERVICE is Tony Vencenzo, who is a hot-tempered, over-weight, over-worked, over-stressed man who enjoys eating food that gives him a sour stomach and has a heart of gold. Tony welcomed me back with a hand shake and a brand new box of typewriter ribbons, I like using my trusty thirty year old typewriter. Because it doesn't require any internet applications or need a rechargeable battery to keep it going. My co-workers were also happy to see me, Miss Emily, a sweet old lady who loves me like a son that she never had, and then there was Ron Updyke who puts up with me like a brother-in-law he wished he never had.
Yes, it was good to be back in my small cozy office space with my comfortable chair which I occasionally tilted back on when I was thinking or just relaxing on it. As I inserted a new ribbon into my typewriter, I had hopes for a decent assignment to work on and later write an interesting column about it, I didn't have to wait long. I could see my boss Tony through a glass the window of his office talking on the phone feverishly about something and looking a little upset when he hung up the phone. I observed my editor writing quickly on a piece of paper, then he paused as if he'd eaten too much, he got up and shuffled out of the door heading straight for me...I pretended not to notice his approach.
Tony Vencenzo held a sheet of paper along with some photographs: "Carl, I have another one of those grisly murder cases for you to check out, and after you have all of the facts bring it straight to my office. I'd give it to Ron, but he vomits at the sight of blood."
Carl Kolchak was handed the photos and paper: "Ron is actually a fainter and he might fall down in his work. Ok, let's see what you've got. Hmm, yes he would faint if he saw these color photos of this dismembered body. Wow, it looks like the victim was torn apart...see the ragged edges of the limbs."
Tony sounded logical: "Maybe he was hacked up with an unsharpened axe or machete."
Kolchak ponited at the photo: "No, look real close...see the edges of the body...he was definately ripped apart. Hmm, the killer had to be extremely strong to..."
Tony Vencenzo stopped Carl from finishing that sentence: "Wait, now hold on Carl, check out the facts before you start hollering werewolf!"
Ron Updyke interrupted: "Werewolf!" He stood up and walked over to them. "I wouldn't mind having a SO-CALLED monster assignment like Kolchak usually gets. You know Mr Vencenzo, I think sometimes that you're playing favorites with Carl. You always give him the real interesting cases to investigate, so I demand to have this assignment!"
Kolchak held up a disturbing photograph from the crime scene: "Be my guest and let me know how it turns out."
Ron took one look at the picture and vomitted in front of Tony: "...ugh..I-I'll wait for the next assignment. Oh my...sorry Tony...I'll call for the janitor."
Kolchak looked Tony: "You were right, he vomits...uh-oh! He got some on your shoes."
Tony Vencenzo made a sour face as he looked down: "Oooh crap! I got these from Italy when I visited my relatives, pardon me Carl I've got to clean my shoes."
Kolchak smiled and put on his hat, then headed for the door: "Yep, It's good to be back." Carl stopped by Tony's open office door. "Say Tony, my stomach is empty, you wanna share a pizza with me?"
Tony Vencenzo: "No thanks Carl, I ordered a liverwurst and limburger cheese sandwich from the corner deli."
Ron Updyke was looking a bit green and looked at Tony: "How can you eat that stuff? You'll get...(burp)...uh...indigestion...urk."
Tony Vencenzo raised his eyebrows: "Maybe you're right Ron. I'll call the deli and change my order to a head cheese and sour-kraut sandwich with anchovy sauce. Since your stomach is empty Ron, you want me to order something for you?"
Ron put his hand to his mouth and bolted for the door: "MY stomach isn't empty yet....."
Kolchak and his boss watched Ron leave quickly: "I wish Ron was a fainter, less mess. Well, I guess it's table for one at Mario's Diner for me again..." He sighed and left.
IT WAS GETTING DARK SO I RUSHED OVER TO MARIO'S BAR AND GRILL IN MY CONVERTABLE MUSTANG, GOBBLED DOWN MY SPINACH PIZZA AND TOOK THE REMAINING PIECES IN A DOGGIE-BAG (take home leftover sack). BY THE TIME I MADE IT TO THE BACK ALLEY CRIME SCENE THE AREA WAS NEARLY PITCH-BLACK DARKNESS, A BIT SPOOKY BUT I DON'T SCARE EASY. I IMMEDIATELY SWITCHED ON MY FLASHLIGHT AND WALKED QUIETLY TOWARD AN ABANDONED WAREHOUSE WHILE WATCHING FOR WILD STRAY DOGS. I EVEN WROTE AN ARTICLE ABOUT ABOUT THE STRAY WILD DOG PROBLEM, I BLABBED ABOUT VICIOUS CANINES ATTACKING PEOPLE IN LONELY AREAS.....MUCH LIKE THE ONE I'M CURRENTLY WALKING INTO. I WOULD HAVE DROVE TO THE ALLEY BUT MY CAR WOULDN'T BE ABLE TO CLIMB THE FENCE WHICH I DID TO GET IN. UPON REACHING THE LOCATION WHERE MR CURTIS WAS MURDERED, I BEGAN TAKING PICTURES OF EVERY SQUARE INCH OF THE AREA. WHEN I SNAPPED MY NINETH PICTURE I NOTICED SOMETHING ODD, IT WAS NEXT TO WHERE THE BODY HAD LAID, IT WAS A LARGE CLEAN AREA ON THE ALLEY BRICK WALL. MY INSTINCTS TOLD ME THAT A CLUE TO THIS MURDER CASE HAD BEEN WIPED AWAY BY SOMEONE OTHER THAN THE POLICE. I FIGURED IT WAS PROBABLY THE FEDS TRYING TO COVER-UP ANOTHER STRANGE HAPPENING THAT THEY KNEW ABOUT AND WANT TO KEEP IT A SECRET SO THE PUBLIC WON'T GET SCARED. A MEMORY ENTERED MY MIND, IT WAS AN ENCOUNTER WITH A COUPLE OF SEROIUS AND EAGLED-EYED FEDERAL AGENTS WHO I BUMPED INTO ON A U.F.O. ASSIGNMENT. AGENTS SCULLY AND MULDER HELPED ME SOLVE A CASE INVOLVING PEOPLE WHO CLAIMED TO HAVE BEEN ABDUCTED BY ALIENS, BUT THEY COULD ONLY REMEMBER LIGHTS IN THE SKY. TURNS OUT THE ALIEN WERE LOST AND WANTED DIRECTIONS TO A GALAXY THAT I STILL CAN'T PRONOUNCE PROPERLY. SCULLY, MULDER AND I MET THE ALIENS, HAD SOME LUNCH WITH THE OUTWORLDERS AND SAID OUR GOODBYES TO THE FRIENDLY AND POLITE BEINGS FROM ANOTHER GALAXY.
I SHOOK MY HEAD SLOWLY AND SMILED ABOUT THE WONDERFUL MEMORY, AND THEN IT WAS BACK TO BUSINESS, I FINISHED TAKING SNAP-SHOTS OF THE WALL AND EVERYWHERE AROUND THE AREA, THEN HEADED TOWARD THE SPOT I SNUCK IN. JUST I WAS FEELING COMFORTABLE THAT I WAS GOING TO MAKE IT TO THE FENCE....I SAW WHAT LOOKED LIKE A PAIR LARGE GLOWING EYES OPEN FROM A DISTANCE AND STARE RIGHT AT ME. IT'S SHADOW IN THE DISTANCE APPEARED TO LOOK LIKE A CROUCHING HUGE BEAST WITH A WIDE HEAD....I FROZE IN MY TRACKS AND WAITED FOR THE HORRID MISSHAPEN THING TO MAKE IT'S MOVE.
Then suddenly it did......the black thing rushed at me from the darkened corner of the back alley, it headed straight for me. I felt like a lion's zebra prey as it bolted out of the darkness and into the moonlight. To my amazement a hulkish black limousine skidded to a halt twenty feet from me and a large man wearing a dark suit stepped out of the car. He spoke to me with an Italian accent:
tall man in suit: "Hey you, with the camera! Mr Sposato wants to have a talk with you!"
Kolchak knew Mr Sposato was a professional mob boss gangster: "Ok! I'm unarmed! I'm unarmed! Be right there in a jiffy..."
tall man in suit: "I gotta search you any way." He found no weapons on Carl. "He's clean Mr Sposato." He shoves Carl''s face against the limo's rear seat window.
Kolchak's squished face looks at an unpleased silver haired, intense and hawk-eyed Sposato: "Ulrk blahh erbl.....hello.."
Mr Sposato lowered his power window: "Who is this?"
tall man paused then snapped his fingers and pointed at Carl: "This is Kolchak."
Mr Sposato: "What's a Kolchak?"
tall man: "He's a reporter."
Kolchak spoke up: "I'm Carl Kolchak of the I.N.S."
Mr Sposato looked intense: "What's an I.N.S.?"
Kolchak began to get nervous: "Independent News Service sir....Mr-Mr-Mr Esposito."
Mr Sposato restained himself from yelling: "Sposato."
Kolchak spoke apologetically: "Yes sir-yes sir Mr Sposato...I'm here because I'm.."
Mr Sposato recognized Carl: "Wait a minute....I remember you, you crashed my sister's wedding, you took alot of pictures of my family and me."
Kolchak felt caught: "No-no that was my brother Kurt Kolchak!"
Mr Sposato smiled: "It's you......I remember the two dollar hat.
tall man grinned: "See, I knew you'd remember this guy...so what do we do now?"
Mr Sposato's smile melted away: "Break his neck, throw him in the trunk and then you dump him in Lake Michigan."
Kolchak was stunned by the words and speechless: "........WAIT! WAIT! I'M INVESTIGATING AN IMPORTANT MURDER!"
Mr Sposato stopped the tall man: "HEY VICTOR!...wait a second, bring Kolchak back here!"
Kolchak was greatful: "Thank you thank you great sir, I..."
Mr Sposato: "How did you know about Marco killed in this alley? That wasn't in the paper!"
Kolchak: "No Mr Spasato, I'm investigating the murder of Dan Curtis. He was torn to shreds in this alley and I believe some evidence which would lead to the killer was intentionally removed from this area by the police."
Mr Sposato: "Your're half right...it was the Fed.s who cleaned up the place. Who is Dan Curtis?"
Kolchak: "He was a guitarist who was ripped to pieces in this alley and I believe someone cleaned the alley wall because they knew something about the killer. The Fed.s don't want the public to know what's really going on."
Mr Sposato relaxed: "The same thing happened to one of my men, a close family member named Marco was killed here a week ago. What do you think is going on here?"
Kolchak: "Mr Sposato, we both know something sinister is going on here and I've been on assignments like this before where things aren't always what they seem. I've solved many unearthly and unexplainable cases that would be too incredible for the average person to believe. Mr Sposato let me find the killer of both men and stop this monster from doing it again."
Mr Sposato: "Maybe you can help, Victor give him my card. When you find out who it is, you call me immediately."
Kolchak accepted the card: "Yes Mr Sposato I will."
Mr Sposato: "One last thing...Victor show him the drawing you made of the wall."
Victor whipped out his mini note pad: "Look at this...I copied it off of the wall before it was cleaned off."
Kolchak studied the highly detailed picture: "Say, this looks just like the wall...nice work Victor, you are quite the artist."
Victor grinned and pointed at the drawing: "Thanks. See, I made that brick wall look real...and those weird letters looked just like that."
Kolchak smiled: "This is great, may I keep this."
Mr Sposato: "No, Victor make him a copy...without the bricks."
Victor: "Sure thing." He drew an exact copy quickly. "Here you go, it's just like the original, but without the brick wall."
Mr Sposato: "I hope that helps. You better not forget me Kolchak."
Kolchak: "You will be the first to know who it is...."
Mr Sposato: "Good." He sat back, closed his window and the limo sped off.
Kochak continued his sentence: "...or what it is." He relaxed.
I was glad that Mr Sposato was a reasonable man, and I was also happy that the limo wasn't a creature jumping out of the dark ready to render me like a sheet of paper in a shredder. I looked at the drawing again and a flashbulb went off inside my head, I remembered where I've seen symbols like these before........I saw them in the NECRONOMICON. Yes, the dreaded NECRONOMICON...an evil reference book of astral demonic knowledge, hand written in human blood by a mad sorceror. And the only one I knew who had this forbidden magic book was the young Dr H.P. Lovecraft from Miskatonik University. I haven't communicated with him since my last visit to Massachusetts when we worked together to stop a lunatic from ending the world. I had high hopes that the doctor could give me a hand and interpit the strange symbols that were written on an alley wall, twice...with human blood.
I wasted no time, I got in my car, raced home and called Dr Lovecraft's office...fortunately the good doctor was in. I gave him all of the details and discribed the odd symbols from the drawing, Dr Lovecraft became silent for a minute, I took that as a bad sign of things to come. The first words out of his mouth were about him taking a jet plane to meet me in Chicago and discuss this further in private. He gave me instructions where to meet him at the airport..........Dr H.P. Lovecraft would arrive within a few hours at O'hare Airport.
After his arrival, then settling in a huge and modest hotel room, Dr Lovecraft unpacked his occult nessessities and began to examine all of the evidence. He asked me a few questions then I watched him scrutinizing the photos and the drawing like he was a professional detective. Suddenly he paused while reading a paragraph from the NECRONOMICON, he sat up straight and stared at the wall with a surprized look on his face. That was another bad omen for me, I had a feeling that the Earth was in danger again and it was up to us to do something.
Lovecraft stood up from his chair next to the table and stared at me in dead silence.......as if he knew I knew it was another foul beast to stop.