One Foot in the Grave: An Almost Zombie Tale by Krishnamurty Shanti

Author:Krishnamurty, Shanti [Krishnamurty, Shanti]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: AN ALMOST ZOMBIE TALE
Published: 2015-09-08T16:00:00+00:00

Twenty-Four:

Holy Hell Hound, Batman!

Maxx and I, along with my newly acquired pet, decide to go to the church after the cemetery visit. My heart speeds up a bit at the idea of a hell hound at church, but it doesn’t seem to bother the dog any.

“I already told you, crossing the threshold of the building will not hurt me.”

I nod. “I know, but still…don’t you think it’s weird, you going to church?”

He tilts his head upward to look at me. “Not particularly, especially since you have told me what sort of a church it is. I look forward to meeting Father Moss and speaking with him at length.”

I wonder if Father Moss will feel the same way. The beauty of being close to the church is that it doesn’t take me long to find out.

I step into the darkened foyer, sun-spots dancing in front of my eyes. I blink to clear my vision.

“You came back.” I hear Father Moss’ voice with a sense of relief. I’d rather deal with him than with Lydia.

“Uhhh…yeah. Is that okay?”

“Of course,” the gargoyle says, stepping into the light. “Are you ready to talk about what happened?”

“Ummm…well, I kind of brought a visitor.”

“Then now is not the time.” He focuses on my empty sleeve. “It looks like you have other things to worry yourself about. But you cannot avoid it forever, Isis. This is Noelle’s home, too.”

“I understand. I’ll talk to her,” I promise.

“Good. Now, who did you bring?”

I glance behind me and see that Maxx is back to a normal size. Well, normal size for him, which means huge for everyone else.

“I smell gargoyle, witch, vampire and human,” Maxx states. His tail sweeps from side to side, like a lion’s.

“I am the gargoyle, as you can plainly see,” Father Moss steps forward, his wings completely unfurled. “I never thought I’d live to see a hell hound in my church. What brings you here? This place houses no souls to hunt.”

I open my mouth to reply, but Maxx shoulders me aside. “I come as a guest, nothing more. Isisss was quite adamant about my visitation.” He looks sideways at me. “She seems to be under the impression that I will enjoy your sermons.”

“I’m surprised she’d say that considering we don’t have sermons here.”

“I never told you there’d be sermons, Maxx,” I admonish. I like the old gargoyle and don’t want him to think I’m telling stories.

Father Moss folds his wings down with a loud scraping sound. “My calling is somewhat different than you might have been led to believe,” he says to Maxx.

“We were never taught about priests and their callings,” the hell hound replies. “Our sole duty was to our demon and to our hunt.”

“Let me show you around the premises,” Father Moss says. “Isis, what on earth has happened to your arm?”

I’m glad he noticed, though I’m rather embarrassed about the whole thing. “Maxx tore it out of its socket. But it wasn’t his fault. He saw that kitten.” I point to the kitten, which looks up at the priest and purrs.

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