Holi-Holiday ends...At Last

Eastbourne: Conclusion.

 

"But I thought you said it wasn't Billy Fury's metatarsal," I said still a little confused by Old Reg's sudden appearance.

"I lied, I've known what they've been up to from the start" he replied flatly.

"But," I tried to add something, but nothing came.

"Billy was a mate of mine and a bleedin' nice bloke and I'm not lettin' them do this."

"So how do we stop Billy Fury's resurrection?" I said uttering a sentence I never thought I'd hear myself say.

"We burn the bleedin' Bone Museum down," Old Reg smiled producing what looked like a Molotov cocktail.

"But Mr. Apollyon, Mrs Brannigan, and that other woman are in there," I said.

"They're all evil."

I couldn't argue with that.

We edged down the darkened alley, the shadows seeming to crawl all over us. Just as Old Reg was about to light the oil soaked rag, at the top of the bottle, Mr. Apollyon stood in front of us a look of pure rage etched into his face. At his feet was the weird white faced kid crouched.

"What are you idiots doing?" he said.

"I'm not lettin' you do that to Billy," Old Reg yelled.

"I've put a lot of money on with Paddy Power that Billy Fury will come back and win next year's Britain's Got Talent and you morons will not ruin that," Mr. Apollyon neatly explained.

With lightning speed Mr. Apoyllon leaped forward and snapped Old Reg's neck, his limp body flopping to the floor. The weird white faced kid yelped with joy and started to bite into Old Reg's leg. Then Mr. Apollyon came toward me, his eyes burning, blazing red.

"What about the Abandoned Video Shop,I squeaked. "Who'll run it with us dead?"

I felt his icy hands on my neck, gripping tighter and tighter.

"What is he talkin' about?" I heard a female voice say. "Billy Fury, video shops?"

"It's OK nurse," Old Reg replied. "He's a bleedin' idiot."

The swirling mists cleared.

"Where am I?" I asked.

"In hospital," Old Reg said. " You banged your head remember?"

"I had this dream," I mumbled. "It was all a dream."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah Dorothy," Old Reg said. "We'll be back at the Abandoned Video Shop by tonight."

"Thank God," I muttered then fell back into the swirling mists.

The Owner.