January 7, 2026 • 49 mins
Weekly Spooky horror podcast kicks off a brand-new New Year miniseries with a snowbound slasher mystery set inside a remote ski lodge where a horror convention is about to become a hunting ground.
Seven years ago, a furious fan named Robbie Redden drove hours to meet an actress he idolized—only to be humiliated, thrown out, and branded with one unforgettable word. Now, as a fresh convention weekend begins in Michigan’s Upper Peninsula, a brutal storm rolls in… and the past rolls in with it.
Featured guest Vickie Valentine arrives to sign photos, shoot scenes with filmmaker Henrique Couto, and survive the weekend—until the first horrific message is delivered the only way this killer knows how. Out in the freezing dark, a staffer discovers something impossible… and the word that started it all returns, carved into the night like a curse.
Lock the doors. The blizzard is closing in. And someone is about to get BANNED.
Banned! - Part 1 — by Rob Fields
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🎥 Produced by: Daniel Wilder
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Seven years ago, a furious fan named Robbie Redden drove hours to meet an actress he idolized—only to be humiliated, thrown out, and branded with one unforgettable word. Now, as a fresh convention weekend begins in Michigan’s Upper Peninsula, a brutal storm rolls in… and the past rolls in with it.
Featured guest Vickie Valentine arrives to sign photos, shoot scenes with filmmaker Henrique Couto, and survive the weekend—until the first horrific message is delivered the only way this killer knows how. Out in the freezing dark, a staffer discovers something impossible… and the word that started it all returns, carved into the night like a curse.
Lock the doors. The blizzard is closing in. And someone is about to get BANNED.
Banned! - Part 1 — by Rob Fields
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🎉 Unlock exclusive bonus episodes and support the show on Patreon!
👉 WeeklySpooky.com/Join
📬 Contact Us / Submit Your Horror Story!
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🎵 Music by Ray Mattis 👉 Check out Ray’s incredible work here !
👨💼 Executive Producers: Rob Fields, Bobbletopia.com
🎥 Produced by: Daniel Wilder
🌐 Explore more terrifying tales at: WeeklySpooky.com
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Speaker 1 (00:00):
A fan paid for a selfie, he got thrown out instead.
Then a marker scrawled one word across his forehead like
a death sentence. Now the snow is falling hard, the
lodge is ceiling shut, and bloody Carnage will remind everyone
what it means to be banned. What's that you want
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to be scared to? Come with me? He will experience tales.
Speaker 2 (00:38):
Over over ghosts and it is not recommended for the
Week at Heart.
Speaker 1 (00:51):
Listeners.
Speaker 2 (00:51):
In the dark Ark it's more funny that way way way.
Speaker 1 (00:56):
This is Weekly Speaking, Hello, my spookies. It's Wednesday and
a new year, and of course that means it's time
for a little spooky in your weekly. I'm your host
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and narrator, Enrique Kuto, and we have quite the story
for you tonight as we kick off twenty twenty six
with a mini series five parts revealing themselves every Wednesday.
Can you survive? Well, we'll just have to find out.
But before all that, I want to say thank you
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so much for tuning in to the podcast, especially as
the holidays have weaned and most have returned to their
ordinary life. But my spookies are anything but ordinary, so
thank you for joining us. And if you haven't subscribed yet,
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if you head to Weeklyspooky dot Com slash Join, you
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at Weeklyspooky dot Com slash Join. But now, as for tonight,
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imagine you're headed to a cozy horror movie convention, tucked
inside a scenic ski lodge, warm lights, movie posters, autograph tables,
and a storm outside that's getting worse by the minute. Now,
imagine the doors lock not because of weather, but because
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someone wants you trapped inside, because somewhere in that crowd
is a man who's been waiting seven years to get
his payback, one victim at a time until the whole
lodge learns a new rule. Once you're banned, you never
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ever get to leave. So get cozy, my spookies. We're
diving into the first horror story of the new year,
and we're doing it right after this banned part one
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by Rob Fields seven years ago. Perspective Robbie Redden. I
pulled up to the Holiday Inn where the Ridgeway Heights
Horror Convention was being held. I can't believe I finally
made it. It felt like forever driving the more than
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two hours from North Olmsted, and I left early this morning. Unfortunately,
Interstate seventy one was a problem with all the damn
road construction going on. Then I got stuck on another
freeway thanks to an accident that backed everybody up for
a good hour. But I'm finally here, parked and going inside.
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I paid my admission, got my wristband, and walked into
the dealer room. I couldn't believe all the horror merch
practically overflowing off the vendor tables. I've been a horror
fan for a couple of years now, it was one
person who really got me invested. I moved quickly until
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I finally found her, Darcy Hart. This amazing woman was
an A list actress, but the last few years she
was acting in seemingly B grade horror movies. I'm finally
looking at her prices. I figured Darcy Hart was easily
charging one hundred dollars for her autograph. Getting a selfie
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with her was an extra forty, but I really didn't care.
Darcy Hart was my favorite horror icon, definitely one I've
been crushing on for a long time. I was finally
going to meet her and it was just me at
her table. I brought my favorite movie that she starred in.
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Finally she looked up from her smartphone. Before I could
even say a word to Darcy, this other woman rudely
called out to me, it's one hundred dollars if you
want Darcy to sign that movie for you. If you're
not interested, move along. I think the woman sitting next
to Darcy was a public relations person, maybe a convention worker,
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sitting with her as her handler. Then I saw the
name on her lanyard, Kat with a K. I placed
the movie down and pulled out my wallet. After handing
over one hundred and forty dollars for both an autograph
and a selfie, I said to Darcy, Ernie's movie Night
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was the movie that got me into horror. I've been
watching all your stuff ever since. He even bought them
on physical media. Darcy still didn't look up. Who am
I making this out to. I was about to tell
her my name when some guy suddenly appeared with an
autographed Blu Ray cover in hand. Hey, I just paid
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for your signature, but it's all smeared. Is there any
way you can cat cut him off? It's one hundred
dollars for each autograph, regardless of what you want signed. Yeah,
I already paid the money for the autograph, but it's
badly smeared, the guy explained. Again, Darcy signed it for you,
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didn't she kat snapped, you want her to sign another
autograph for you, it's another one hundred dollars otherwise. She
quickly waved him off. The guy raised the cover and
slammed it on the table. I said, the autograph is smeared,
Darcy addressed him. Now, and I believe my handler here
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told you to fuck off when I signed this picture
for you. It wasn't smeared then. Obviously you weren't listening
when I told you to let it dry. Now, the
guy was really pissed. Oh this is bullshit. You charge
one hundred dollars for your autograph. You know how many
hours of my life I had to work to afford that.
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Darcy rolled her eyes. I'm sorry, did I give you
the impression that I care? Wow? She was being a
real bitch, Cat pointed at him. If you don't leave,
I'll get security to come and escort you out. He
pointed back at Cat, I'll leave when Darcy fixes this autograph,
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and you can just fuck off. Two other convention staff
people appeared looking at their lanyards. They were Terry and Grim.
What's going on, Kat, Terry demanded. The crazy guy moved
behind me as Kat pointed in my direction. It's him.
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He came over here and started harassing Darcy. He was
even giving me a hard time. Suddenly, both Terry and
Grim were grabbing me. Okay, asshole, I think it's time
for you to go, Terry said angrily. Hey, come on,
I protested, it wasn't me. I just paid my money.
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I pointed to Darcy. She hasn't given me my autograph
and selfie yet. Darcy looked annoyed. Just get him out
of my sight. She picked up my blu ray and
threw it at me. And take this shit with you.
But you haven't tried protesting again. Just shut up and move,
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Grim snapped. Then give me my fucking money back, I
yelled at Darcy. I struggled to break loose when Terry
and Grim forced me to go through the Kahn's side entrance.
Soon we were at the hotel's main doors. Once we
were outside, those two assholes shoved me into the parking
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lot together end of the road, Grim said. Terry pointed
at me, do yourself a favor, don't come back. When
they turned around and went back inside, I followed them,
this is bullshit. I want to speak to the guy
in charge. Just then, a man moved away from the
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people he was talking to and joined the guys who
had thrown me out. I'm in charge here. What the
fuck do you want his lanyard, said Dave. Terry gave
me a smug look. He wanted him. This is him.
I complained to this Dave about what happened. Then Terry
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and Grim gave their versions. David sneered at me. If
my security guys here say you were harassing a guest,
then you did, that means you're permanently banned from my show.
He glanced at Terry and Grim. Now make like garbage
men and get this trash out of my sight. I
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wasn't giving up, not when I drove far and dropped
one hundred and forty dollars. No, fuck this shit, I yelled,
either Darcy Hart gives me my autograph and selfie that
I paid for, or she can give me my goddamn
money back. Terry and Grim were on me again. They
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forced me back to the main doors. I didn't care
if compared to those guys, I was pretty scrawny. I
still struggled against them. They shoved me back into the
parking lot. Then Terry grabbed my wrist and broke off
my wristband. Grim took it from him and pointed at me.
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You heard Dave get lost. We ain't telling you again.
I pointed at them, just give me back my goddamn
money if Darcy Heart's not going to give me what
I paid for. When the bastards weren't going to move,
I tried to run around them to get back through
the main doors, but Grim tackled me. Then he pulled
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me back to my feet and put me in a
hammer lock, making me cry out. Terry came over and
punched me in the stomach. I groaned and sank to
my knees. I didn't care what these fuckers did. I
wasn't giving up until I got my money back. Grim
punched me in the face. Now, then the bastards really
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worked me over. Finally, Grimm him grabbed me from behind
again and locked me in a full nelson this time.
Just then that Dave asshole appeared. He had a black
marker in his hand. He pointed at me. Hold him good,
you guys. I groaned as Dave wrote something on my forehead.
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When he finished, he smiled. It says, band, Now take
the hint, you fucking pussy. Get him out of here.
Grim and Terry turned me back around and forced me
through the main doors again. I kept fighting against them
and dragging my feet. I managed to get Grim off
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me and shoved him to the floor. Then Dave took
over and grabbed hold him, and Terry got me outside.
When they finally let me go, I turned around to
Dave punching me right between the eyes. After I staggered backwards.
I barely knew what happened, and when I felt something
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big and heavy slam hard into me. Next thing I knew,
I was screaming in pain as this fast moving delivery
truck was running me over, crushing me. I felt my
spine snapping in several places. The truck stopped suddenly after
it finished with me. I was in so much pain
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that I screamed and cried. I couldn't even move to
stand up or get out of the way of the
other vehicles. Even the slightest movement was unbelievable intense pain.
I managed to see that Dave guy. He just looked
down at me, but never moved to help or even
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call an ambulance. But someone did for sure, because I
heard one eventually coming to me, even though I was
in serious, serious pain, and I made myself look at
Dave longer. I swear to fucking Christ, I'll be back.
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I'll fucking get you and your staff for what you
did to me. I don't care what it takes. I
will get you. Dave grinned and knelt down beside me.
He ain't gonna do shit, kid, not when you're all
fucked up like that. You should have just taken the hint.
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Now you'll be spending the rest of your life in
a nursing home. That's just too bad. I cried out
when I was put on the stretcher and lifted up.
Then I called out, You're dead, you hear me, son
of a bitch. Dead. Present day Terry Witherspoon and James Turner,
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a Grim were just outside the main doors. Oh yes,
I made it a point to learn the names of
all the staff I was targeting, including you, David Mellikant.
Now Grim was lighting up a cigarette. That storm's coming
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tonight supposed to be bad. He told Terry that's what
I heard. He agreed. Damn, that gust nearly knocked me
on my ass. He reached over and tapped Grim on
the arm. We'd better get back inside before we get
blown out to that ski jump. Right then, Grim stopped,
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Ah shit, I think I left my window down in
my car. Terry gave him a dumb look. Seriously, Yeah,
I know it sounds stupid. I drove up here with
the window down because I like the winter cold. Terry
lightened up. Okay, buddy, see you back inside. When Terry
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turned and went back in, I followed Grim at a
safe distance to where he parked his car. He checked
his watch. I knew it was almost three o'clock. The
dealer room would be opening in another hour. I could
hear him pissing and moaning about how Dave told the
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staff to park all the way out in the back
of the lot, saying the main spots should be fully available.
For the convention and lodge patrons. Grim finally reached his car.
Sure enough, his window was down. When he started shivering,
he pulled his cigarette pack out of his coat and
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lit another one. It was when he was taking his
first puff that I moved up behind him and grabbed
the back of his jacket. What the fuck, he cried out.
As I was pulling him down, Grim hit the back
of his head hard on the landing. He was a
little dazed when I got on top of him. Then
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I hit him with my fist a second time. A
third made him spit blood. He was seeing stars. Now.
Grim was heavy since he was a tall dude, but
I managed to get him up and into his car. Yeah,
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you're right, we'd better close this window, huh, I said,
with a chuckle. But first I pulled out a hack saw.
Grim barely comprehended what was happening until I moved the
blade to his neck and started working it fast. He
tried to scream, but only got out a wet gurgle.
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I got in and pinned him down as I kept
on working. Then his head dropped into the back seat.
First you, James, I said, Then the rest of you,
who fucked me over back at Ridgeway Heights, then David Mellikant,
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and finally Darcy Hart herself. I took a deep breath,
but I'm not finished with you yet. Grim almost forgot
the most important part. Then I went back to work
after I closed up the driver's side window perspective Vicki Valentine.
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I'm driving in the scenic state known as Michigan. I
had to leave Strickfield, Ohio early enough to be able
to make good time, making minimal stops for fuel and food.
According to the GPS on my phone, I should be
crossing into the Upper Peninsula soon. This journey is mine
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alone this time. Bethany Miren, my wife, could not accompany me,
since she was required to appear at a convention for
adult stars that she couldn't get out of her contract
for The convention that I am to appear at is
known as the first Annual Horror snow In and will
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take place in a ski lodge rather than a hotel
or convention center. From what I understand in researching the event,
the promoter David Mellikant, is putting his show on after
a seven year hiatus. He used to run the Ridgeway
Heights Horror con before he was forced to sell the
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current promotions in order to pay off some debts. The
Corgan twins have told me that it was regarding some
incident involving a patron that ended horribly. I believe Enrique
Couto said that the patron's name was Robbie Reddin. It
seems that Reddin had a confrontation with the convention staff
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that resulted in him being struck down and rolled over
by a delivery truck. I had also heard rumblings that
David Melikant himself was forced to pay for the many
surgeries that Reddin had to undergo to help him make
as much of a full recovery as possible, thereby bankrupting Melikant.
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Darcy Hart was the convention's top guest at the time.
She was an A list actress. After the incident, she
was fortunate if she was able to find work again,
her name having been tarnished. She was lucky that she
was not involved in the Robbi Reddin lawsuit. The more
more I see of the mortal realm, the more I
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long to return to the night realm. Once I was
the queen who gained the respect of her people. Then
there was an uprising that led to my being violated
and injured to the point I nearly lost my head
and my kingdom. In order for me to fully recover,
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it was suggested that I go into hiding here in
the mortal Realm. I reluctantly agreed and allowed myself to
be transformed into the form that I now am. My
former memories were suppressed with new ones. I became Jennifer
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Smith by legal documents, but I would gain status and
fame as a porn star named Vicki Valentine. In time,
I would leave sex work to become a legitimate act
interress in fantasy storytelling known as horror films. Apparently I
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have the gift of acting, because I became in high demand.
In time, I attended horror conventions to meet those who
were fans of my work. Then, on Halloween of last year,
Bethany and I were close to ending our relationship. On
that day, my people from the Night Realm returned for me.
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My memories were restored, as was my identity. I answered
to the name of Vicky Valentine here in the Mortal Realm,
but my true identity is that of a gorgon. Named Veranda. Yes,
a fantasy horror film was made of my namesake, which
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is quite popular with audiences, likely the main reason why
I am summoned and paid to a tend these events,
my usurper Paladin had returned to try and claim both
my head and my throne. Lusting for vengeance. I met
the fool in combat. I gained my revenge and allowed
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him to live, but my would be conqueror took advantage
and had slain Bethany. After she and I married in
the Ways of the Night Realm, my sorceress Meridian knew
of a way to return Bethany to me. It would
cost me my immortality and reduce me to a mortal,
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but I loved Bethany, so I gave it unto her
without a second consideration. Bethany was restored to me, and
now as a mortal, I knew that I could no
longer serve as Queen of the Night Realm. Bethany and
I both abdicated our thrones to my and my handmaiden, Seraphina.
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From there I returned to the mortal realm with Bethany.
Not too long after, we made our marriage official by
the laws of this country. Once I held great power
thanks to a fight to the death with hell Weaver herself.
In desperation, I had bitten her and drank some of
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her blood. This transformed me into a monster with reptilian skin,
blank yellow eyes, and even snakes for hair. I had
gained great strength and immortality, and could even turn enemies
to stone with my gaze. All of this, I surrendered
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to have Bethany again, an action which to this day
I will never regret. And then I am overcome with
me negative emotions and suddenly stop my car. I miss
Bethany greatly and wish to drive to be with her.
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Truth be told, I do not wish to attend my
convention given what I know about this. David Mellikant. The
only reason that I even considered doing it was because
Bethany encouraged me. She understands that I am having great
difficulty transitioning to living full time in the mortal realm. Lately,
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I have also come to be closer to Enrique Cuto,
who has directed me in many movies working Relationship Only
Mind You. I love Bethany far too much to ever
betray her. In fact, I'm part of the panel for
Cuto's next film, in his Babysitter Massacre franchise, which is
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called Christmas Splatter, I reprise my role as Larkin Combs
from the David O'Hanlon novels. I go home for Christmas,
a broken mortal trying to rebuild her life. Unfortunately, the
killer in this latest movie does not wish for me
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to do so. The Corgan Twins did the special effects.
Unfortunately they are not going to be at this convention,
as they are currently tangled in another film. Truly, I
detest my life as a mortal. Although I have both
my memories of being Veranda, I also possess those of
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Vicky Valentine. You would think that I could easily transition,
but it has proven difficult. If it were not for Bethany,
I would return to the night realm and live as
the warrior woman that I once was before becoming altered
by hell Weaver's blood. I resume my journey until I've
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finally arrived in Binnock, Michigan, and come to the high
Point Ski Lodge. There are already plenty of horror fans
arriving for the convention. Every instinct keeps telling me to
just leave here right now and go to Bethany, but
seeing these fans tells me I'm here for them. I
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understand that they are the reason that I continue to
gain bigger and better roles as an actress. I absolutely
refuse to return to being a sex worker ever again.
I get out of my car and grab my luggage.
I walk into the ski lodge and look to check
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into my room for the weekend. I'm not even to
the front desk when a man approaches me. He's wearing
a hoodie and a trucker's hat, both displaying different horror movies,
a pair of jeans and shoes. He also has a
short beard. Based on the photo enriquet Kuto sent me,
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this is David Melikant, himself, the promoter of his latest
attempt to enter the convention scene again after several years.
It's about goddamn time you got here, he says, rudely.
What did you do? Take the scenic route? Hope you
enjoyed it. I narrow my eyes upon him. I may
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not have my powers, but I am still a warrior woman.
This imbecile shall pay for insulting Veranda. But as I
form my fists, this man stumbles over to Melicant, you
wanted to see me, Dave. He turns to him, Who
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are you? What the fuck do you want? The man
is thin, has a longer beard, and is wearing a
convention T shirt with a lanyard. Unlike Mellicant, this man
has a full head of hair. He's also younger, though
I do not know by how much. The name on
his lanyard is Beaton. Terry said, you wanted to see me, Dave,
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he says. Melicant looks at Beaton as if he's wasting
his time. Then he softens up. Yeah, I remember now.
He points to me. You're gonna be her handler this weekend.
I do not require a handler. I protest. He turns
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to me. Every guest gets a handler at my show.
He points to Beaton. He'll be right there with you
to make sure nobody gives you any shit. He'll also
get you to your panels when it's time again, No,
I say, Melicant looks at me angrily. Clearly this man
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does not like having his authority contradicted. Then I look
at Beaton and see the worried look upon his face.
Even though it is clear to me that he is strong,
this Beaton seems to be fearful of Melicant. Very well,
you are my handler, I tell Beadon you sure, he asks,
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before Melikant can cut in, I take Beaton's hand and
bring him to me. Yes, let us get to know
one another. You and I. Melicant points to Beaton. Hey,
pay attention. You're here to be Valentine's handler, not drool
all over her fun bags. I ignore, Melikant. Tell you
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what if you do an excellent job for me, I
will be more than happy to sign whatever you desire.
I'll even take photographs with you. Does this sound agreeable?
I won't mess up. Beat On tells me quickly promise here,
every wish is my command. Melakant points at him, Hugh, sniveling,
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little bitch. Only reason I'm even letting you on my
staff is because the person I originally assigned to Valentine
never showed up. You fuck up, you fuck up, You'll
be out on your ass. I tighten my jaw. He
gets the point. Now, be gone. Melicant stares at me.
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Be gone. Are you fucking serious? Right now? Now? His
eyes grow wide as he gazes upon my abundant cleavage.
He raises his hand as if he intends to lay
hold of my breasts. I quickly reach out and tap
Melican't under the chin. My eyes are up here, look
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into them when you address me. Melikant shakes his head
quickly whatever. Then he finally leaves us. When I look
upon Beatone, he has my duffel on his shoulder and
is handling my suit case. I am a proud and
independent Gorgon female of the Night Realm and do not
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require assistance. Clearly Bedone wishes to please me, so I
will allow it. I extend my hand Vicki Valentine, He
shakes it. Betone Debreer, and I am looking forward to
working with you all weekend. Very well, I agree. After
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checking into the lodge, Bedone accompanies me to my room.
He brings my luggage inside and lays it upon my bed.
He watches as I unpack my clothing, including my black
ball gown to portray the Mortal Realm version of Veranda,
my horror host persona. When I finish setting up in
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the bathroom, I'm aware of how much warmer it is
and remove my jacket after placing it upon my bed.
I notice beat On regarding my bear cleavage in the
Night Realm. Absolutely no one gave my large breasts a
second thought. Here in the mortal realm, however, it seems
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they easily mesmerize men. I smirk and snap my fingers.
Shall I sign all of my nude pictures for you
on Sunday? Beat On gulps nudes. I raise an eyebrow.
I used to be an adult film actress before transitioning
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into horror films. Now, he looks upon me with wide eyes.
You were I nod once, and now that I've given
you some knowledge, I point to the metal suit case.
You shall bring that one with you. Escort me to
the dealer room. Please, sure thing, VICKI, he replies. Once
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we are inside, Beaton tells me to follow him. I
allow him to escort me to my assigned booth. Clearly,
the fool who put the designations on my table could
not spell my name correctly and forgot the E at
the end of my first name. No matter. When Beaton
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places my metallic suit case upon the table, I open
it to set up my photos to be purchased and autographed.
In no time, I'm ready for when the convention begins.
Since there is time before the event opens, Beadon helps
me cover up my table. Even though I do not
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have my jacket, I still make my way to the
door and go outside. I can go back to your
room and get your jacket for you. Beadone offers no
need I return. I don't plan to be out here long.
I walk across the snowy parking lot to take a
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better look at the high Point Ski Lodge. As I
round the building, I can see the hills where people
are skiing. The lifts are in operation and take skiers
to where they desire. Even though I find the idea
of having a horror convention here to be preposterous, there
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is great beauty in Binnock, Michigan. I myself enjoy the
snow and colder climate, for there is none in the
night realm, aren't you cold? Beaton asks? It's freezing out here,
especially with these winds. We're supposed to have a bad
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snowstorm coming through here this weekend starting tonight. If I
were any other woman, I am certain I would be cold.
But I am Veranda. I glance at him. I've seen
enough for now. Let us return to the warmth of
the lodge. Beidone and I walk back inside and return
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to the dealer room. Before too long the convention will begin.
I believe that I shall have a great deal to
do here. With a snowstorm in the area, the two
of us talk at my table. Baton tells me that
he's a fan of my horror movies. He's still surprised
that I've performed in explicit movies as the Queen of
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Porn prior to being re christened as the Scream Supreme
by my my multitude of horror fans. And then I
see Enrique Cuto. He approaches my table. Hey, guess we're
sitting next to each other. You ready for the weekend?
I raise an eyebrow. Do we have a choice? He
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laughs a little, No, it doesn't look that way. Enrique
and I talk shop as he unpacks his belongings. Unlike
everyone else who has crossed me, Cuto is the only
one who looks me in the face when he speaks
to me, probably because he's seen my naked form enough
times for his movies. I've even let him photograph me
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for his Patreon on a few occasions. Nothing explicit as
for our conversation. He asks me about the scripts he
sent me and if I'm okay shooting here at the convention.
Bidone just watches Enrique and I speak In time the
first annual Horror snow In begins. Many fans are walking
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around the dealer's room. I have a line forming in
front of my table. I already talked to Beaton and
told him what I expected so far, he pleases me.
Beaton speaks kindly to the fans. I see his questioning
expression when he realizes that I do not charge for
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my autograph on items that fans bring. The only money
that I make is on my photographs. Bedone is more
than happy to take photos of me with fans. He's
even snapped a few where Enrique and I both pose
with fans together. Now be Done. Suddenly seems upset with me.
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I'm surprised you're not charging for your autograph, Beatone says,
when the line is currently empty. Why. I answer, I
make more than enough money being in movies. I point
to Enrique in case you haven't noticed, he doesn't charge either.
David Mellikant has been past my table on a few occasions,
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no doubt, to check on my handler. He even asked
me how Beaton was doing, not having great expectations of him.
After Mellicant walks away. Beaton sighs. I take his hand
and hold it comfortingly. You're doing just fine, Thank you,
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he says with relief. This is my first convention as staff,
and I don't want it to be my last one.
I can't promise that Mellikant will keep you after this
show is concluded, I say, but you may continue to
be my assistant all weekend long, regardless. A new line
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begins forming in front of my table. Then I see
the sneering vermin before me in Cody King. I remember
working with him in the Slasher series. In the original film,
Bethany was interested in him. For a time. They were
a couple. Then Bethany discovered his infidelity and ended things
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with him. I remember coming to her aid, even though
we were not the best of friends at the time,
she had been living with him until the break up.
I offered to let her stay with me at my
apartment at Strickfield Cove. Little did I realize how much
Bethany and I would come to care for one another
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once the barriers between us were torn down. Now she's
my wife. You selling any nasty porn movies here? Cody
asks crudely. I stand up, does it look like it.
Beadone is ready to defend me, but I hold up
my head and I've got this. Where's your WiFi? Cody sneers,
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I thought you two would be here making porn together.
Believe me, I'd love to make porn with you two ladies. Now,
he points to Enrique Kuto and fuck you. Thanks to you,
I can't even get another acting job like me. Enrique
is not perturbed. He shrugs and tells Cody, you were
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the one who couldn't be bothered to show up on time.
You were the one who let a cop catch you
doing coke in your van. And don't even get me
started with what I saw you trying to do to
Bethany Mirran when you two were on set. Cody points
at him, HI had to come back there and knock
your fucking teeth in Bedone comes in between Cody and Enrique.
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Kuto has a handler, but he sent her to go
get sodas in food. Either you back off or I
can get some security. Cody does not regard him. Don't
try talking tough with me, you whimp. Suddenly, Cody lashes
out and strikes beat On, making him fall into my
display behind us now Cody has incurred the wrath of Veranda.
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He shall learn this day that I am more than
capable of handling cretans such as him. I put my
hands on my table and flip forward to the other side.
Cody is quite astonished, at least until I use my
warrior skills to force him to his knees. He cries
out with pain as I barely turn his wrist. Okay,
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I give up, he yells. Stop. I release Cody's wrist
just as two staff members approach our table. Soon David
Melikant is there with us as well. He points to me,
you okay, nothing I couldn't handle, I assure him. Then
I turn and help beat On to his feet. Melikant scoffs,
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and you couldn't even keep that piece of shit off VICKI,
you know what, Get the fuck out of here right now,
you're done. I step up to Mellikant. If you wish
to fire beat On, I shall return the money you
wired into my account and leave. He sees that I
am most serious. I know what I'm worth at these
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conventions today, and I am easily the top draw here
this weekend. Melikant does not like be encountered. I myself
am not concerned with his wishes. He points to beat On,
looks like God is with you this weekend. Fine, you
can stay with Vicky Valentine, but you're still a fucking pussy.
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You let a woman fight your battles for you, a woman.
He throws up his arms and walks away angrily. The
two guys that walked Cody out return, Terry and Rob.
They both shake their heads at Beaton before they walk away.
He looks sad. Now, I'm really sorry, VICKI. I raise
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my hand in front of me, not accepted. You are
my handler, not security. You did your job at trying
to keep the peace and stand up for Enrique and I.
I do not expect you to fight my battles for me. No,
you remain at my side during this event. Beaton looks
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comforted at knowing that I had both spoken for him
and spoke to him with kindness. Aside from Cody King,
the rest of Friday night went without further incident, at
least while the dealer room was still open. Bedone even
escorted me to my first panel, where I would sit
among other horror hosts such as Joe Bob Briggs. Spengouli,
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Rhnda Sheer, and even Count Gore of all. When I
was finished, I was able to look through the main
doors and see that the snowstorm had indeed commenced. Everyone
would likely be snowed in until the end of the convention.
On Sunday night Perspective Robbie Reddin. I followed that prick
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Terry Witherspoon as he walked out to Grim's car. He
was cussing up a storm. Then he finally reached it.
The driver's side window was still closed. Terry knocked on
the window. Hey, asshole, you sleeping in there? What the fuck?
The window was clear enough to where he could see
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Grim sitting behind the wheel. Of course, he wasn't moving.
Terry knocked again, asshole. You were supposed to run security
with me during show hours. Dave's gonna lose his shit
when I tell him you've been out here all this time.
When Grim still wasn't moving, Terry finally opened the door.
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I had to keep myself from laughing my ass off
when Grim's head rolled right along his left shoulder and
into Terry's waiting hands. Jesus Christ, he screamed and dropped
the head. Terry cautiously looked inside and saw Grim's coat
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was unzipped and his convention T shirt torn open. His
chest was all bloody, But I had no doubt Terry
could easily read the word I carved into Grim's chest, banned.
Then Terry dropped to his knees and threw up. Guess
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it's going to be a pretty interesting weekend after all. Well,
my spookyas, don't get too coozy just yet, because up
and tonight was the opening move. The blizzard isn't just weather,
it's a lock turning. The phone's dying, the roads disappearing
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under the snow like they never existed in the first place.
And that word banned. It wasn't a joke, It wasn't
a tantrum. It was a promise. Next week. In part two,
the convention weekend really begins, and so does the body count.
More guests arrive, more egos flare, more secrets come crawling
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out of the warmth and into the cold, and the killer, well,
the killer isn't done leaving messages because now you've been
marked and there's no way out. So come back here
next Wednesday for Banned Part two, and a big thank
you to everybody for joining us. I'm so excited for
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next week, but for now you are safe. Trust me.
A fan paid for a selfie, he got thrown out instead.
Then a marker scrawled one word across his forehead like
a death sentence. Now the snow is falling hard, the
lodge is ceiling shut, and bloody Carnage will remind everyone
what it means to be banned. What's that you want
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This is Weekly Speaking, Hello, my spookies. It's Wednesday and
a new year, and of course that means it's time
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and narrator, Enrique Kuto, and we have quite the story
for you tonight as we kick off twenty twenty six
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Can you survive? Well, we'll just have to find out.
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imagine you're headed to a cozy horror movie convention, tucked
inside a scenic ski lodge, warm lights, movie posters, autograph tables,
and a storm outside that's getting worse by the minute. Now,
imagine the doors lock not because of weather, but because
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someone wants you trapped inside, because somewhere in that crowd
is a man who's been waiting seven years to get
his payback, one victim at a time until the whole
lodge learns a new rule. Once you're banned, you never
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ever get to leave. So get cozy, my spookies. We're
diving into the first horror story of the new year,
and we're doing it right after this banned part one
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by Rob Fields seven years ago. Perspective Robbie Redden. I
pulled up to the Holiday Inn where the Ridgeway Heights
Horror Convention was being held. I can't believe I finally
made it. It felt like forever driving the more than
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two hours from North Olmsted, and I left early this morning. Unfortunately,
Interstate seventy one was a problem with all the damn
road construction going on. Then I got stuck on another
freeway thanks to an accident that backed everybody up for
a good hour. But I'm finally here, parked and going inside.
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I paid my admission, got my wristband, and walked into
the dealer room. I couldn't believe all the horror merch
practically overflowing off the vendor tables. I've been a horror
fan for a couple of years now, it was one
person who really got me invested. I moved quickly until
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I finally found her, Darcy Hart. This amazing woman was
an A list actress, but the last few years she
was acting in seemingly B grade horror movies. I'm finally
looking at her prices. I figured Darcy Hart was easily
charging one hundred dollars for her autograph. Getting a selfie
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with her was an extra forty, but I really didn't care.
Darcy Hart was my favorite horror icon, definitely one I've
been crushing on for a long time. I was finally
going to meet her and it was just me at
her table. I brought my favorite movie that she starred in.
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Finally she looked up from her smartphone. Before I could
even say a word to Darcy, this other woman rudely
called out to me, it's one hundred dollars if you
want Darcy to sign that movie for you. If you're
not interested, move along. I think the woman sitting next
to Darcy was a public relations person, maybe a convention worker,
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sitting with her as her handler. Then I saw the
name on her lanyard, Kat with a K. I placed
the movie down and pulled out my wallet. After handing
over one hundred and forty dollars for both an autograph
and a selfie, I said to Darcy, Ernie's movie Night
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was the movie that got me into horror. I've been
watching all your stuff ever since. He even bought them
on physical media. Darcy still didn't look up. Who am
I making this out to. I was about to tell
her my name when some guy suddenly appeared with an
autographed Blu Ray cover in hand. Hey, I just paid
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for your signature, but it's all smeared. Is there any
way you can cat cut him off? It's one hundred
dollars for each autograph, regardless of what you want signed. Yeah,
I already paid the money for the autograph, but it's
badly smeared, the guy explained. Again, Darcy signed it for you,
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didn't she kat snapped, you want her to sign another
autograph for you, it's another one hundred dollars otherwise. She
quickly waved him off. The guy raised the cover and
slammed it on the table. I said, the autograph is smeared,
Darcy addressed him. Now, and I believe my handler here
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told you to fuck off when I signed this picture
for you. It wasn't smeared then. Obviously you weren't listening
when I told you to let it dry. Now, the
guy was really pissed. Oh this is bullshit. You charge
one hundred dollars for your autograph. You know how many
hours of my life I had to work to afford that.
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Darcy rolled her eyes. I'm sorry, did I give you
the impression that I care? Wow? She was being a
real bitch, Cat pointed at him. If you don't leave,
I'll get security to come and escort you out. He
pointed back at Cat, I'll leave when Darcy fixes this autograph,
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and you can just fuck off. Two other convention staff
people appeared looking at their lanyards. They were Terry and Grim.
What's going on, Kat, Terry demanded. The crazy guy moved
behind me as Kat pointed in my direction. It's him.
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He came over here and started harassing Darcy. He was
even giving me a hard time. Suddenly, both Terry and
Grim were grabbing me. Okay, asshole, I think it's time
for you to go, Terry said angrily. Hey, come on,
I protested, it wasn't me. I just paid my money.
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I pointed to Darcy. She hasn't given me my autograph
and selfie yet. Darcy looked annoyed. Just get him out
of my sight. She picked up my blu ray and
threw it at me. And take this shit with you.
But you haven't tried protesting again. Just shut up and move,
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Grim snapped. Then give me my fucking money back, I
yelled at Darcy. I struggled to break loose when Terry
and Grim forced me to go through the Kahn's side entrance.
Soon we were at the hotel's main doors. Once we
were outside, those two assholes shoved me into the parking
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lot together end of the road, Grim said. Terry pointed
at me, do yourself a favor, don't come back. When
they turned around and went back inside, I followed them,
this is bullshit. I want to speak to the guy
in charge. Just then, a man moved away from the
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people he was talking to and joined the guys who
had thrown me out. I'm in charge here. What the
fuck do you want his lanyard, said Dave. Terry gave
me a smug look. He wanted him. This is him.
I complained to this Dave about what happened. Then Terry
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and Grim gave their versions. David sneered at me. If
my security guys here say you were harassing a guest,
then you did, that means you're permanently banned from my show.
He glanced at Terry and Grim. Now make like garbage
men and get this trash out of my sight. I
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wasn't giving up, not when I drove far and dropped
one hundred and forty dollars. No, fuck this shit, I yelled,
either Darcy Hart gives me my autograph and selfie that
I paid for, or she can give me my goddamn
money back. Terry and Grim were on me again. They
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forced me back to the main doors. I didn't care
if compared to those guys, I was pretty scrawny. I
still struggled against them. They shoved me back into the
parking lot. Then Terry grabbed my wrist and broke off
my wristband. Grim took it from him and pointed at me.
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You heard Dave get lost. We ain't telling you again.
I pointed at them, just give me back my goddamn
money if Darcy Heart's not going to give me what
I paid for. When the bastards weren't going to move,
I tried to run around them to get back through
the main doors, but Grim tackled me. Then he pulled
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me back to my feet and put me in a
hammer lock, making me cry out. Terry came over and
punched me in the stomach. I groaned and sank to
my knees. I didn't care what these fuckers did. I
wasn't giving up until I got my money back. Grim
punched me in the face. Now, then the bastards really
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worked me over. Finally, Grimm him grabbed me from behind
again and locked me in a full nelson this time.
Just then that Dave asshole appeared. He had a black
marker in his hand. He pointed at me. Hold him good,
you guys. I groaned as Dave wrote something on my forehead.
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When he finished, he smiled. It says, band, Now take
the hint, you fucking pussy. Get him out of here.
Grim and Terry turned me back around and forced me
through the main doors again. I kept fighting against them
and dragging my feet. I managed to get Grim off
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me and shoved him to the floor. Then Dave took
over and grabbed hold him, and Terry got me outside.
When they finally let me go, I turned around to
Dave punching me right between the eyes. After I staggered backwards.
I barely knew what happened, and when I felt something
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big and heavy slam hard into me. Next thing I knew,
I was screaming in pain as this fast moving delivery
truck was running me over, crushing me. I felt my
spine snapping in several places. The truck stopped suddenly after
it finished with me. I was in so much pain
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that I screamed and cried. I couldn't even move to
stand up or get out of the way of the
other vehicles. Even the slightest movement was unbelievable intense pain.
I managed to see that Dave guy. He just looked
down at me, but never moved to help or even
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call an ambulance. But someone did for sure, because I
heard one eventually coming to me, even though I was
in serious, serious pain, and I made myself look at
Dave longer. I swear to fucking Christ, I'll be back.
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I'll fucking get you and your staff for what you
did to me. I don't care what it takes. I
will get you. Dave grinned and knelt down beside me.
He ain't gonna do shit, kid, not when you're all
fucked up like that. You should have just taken the hint.
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Now you'll be spending the rest of your life in
a nursing home. That's just too bad. I cried out
when I was put on the stretcher and lifted up.
Then I called out, You're dead, you hear me, son
of a bitch. Dead. Present day Terry Witherspoon and James Turner,
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a Grim were just outside the main doors. Oh yes,
I made it a point to learn the names of
all the staff I was targeting, including you, David Mellikant.
Now Grim was lighting up a cigarette. That storm's coming
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tonight supposed to be bad. He told Terry that's what
I heard. He agreed. Damn, that gust nearly knocked me
on my ass. He reached over and tapped Grim on
the arm. We'd better get back inside before we get
blown out to that ski jump. Right then, Grim stopped,
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Ah shit, I think I left my window down in
my car. Terry gave him a dumb look. Seriously, Yeah,
I know it sounds stupid. I drove up here with
the window down because I like the winter cold. Terry
lightened up. Okay, buddy, see you back inside. When Terry
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turned and went back in, I followed Grim at a
safe distance to where he parked his car. He checked
his watch. I knew it was almost three o'clock. The
dealer room would be opening in another hour. I could
hear him pissing and moaning about how Dave told the
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staff to park all the way out in the back
of the lot, saying the main spots should be fully available.
For the convention and lodge patrons. Grim finally reached his car.
Sure enough, his window was down. When he started shivering,
he pulled his cigarette pack out of his coat and
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lit another one. It was when he was taking his
first puff that I moved up behind him and grabbed
the back of his jacket. What the fuck, he cried out.
As I was pulling him down, Grim hit the back
of his head hard on the landing. He was a
little dazed when I got on top of him. Then
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I hit him with my fist a second time. A
third made him spit blood. He was seeing stars. Now.
Grim was heavy since he was a tall dude, but
I managed to get him up and into his car. Yeah,
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you're right, we'd better close this window, huh, I said,
with a chuckle. But first I pulled out a hack saw.
Grim barely comprehended what was happening until I moved the
blade to his neck and started working it fast. He
tried to scream, but only got out a wet gurgle.
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I got in and pinned him down as I kept
on working. Then his head dropped into the back seat.
First you, James, I said, Then the rest of you,
who fucked me over back at Ridgeway Heights, then David Mellikant,
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and finally Darcy Hart herself. I took a deep breath,
but I'm not finished with you yet. Grim almost forgot
the most important part. Then I went back to work
after I closed up the driver's side window perspective Vicki Valentine.
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I'm driving in the scenic state known as Michigan. I
had to leave Strickfield, Ohio early enough to be able
to make good time, making minimal stops for fuel and food.
According to the GPS on my phone, I should be
crossing into the Upper Peninsula soon. This journey is mine
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alone this time. Bethany Miren, my wife, could not accompany me,
since she was required to appear at a convention for
adult stars that she couldn't get out of her contract
for The convention that I am to appear at is
known as the first Annual Horror snow In and will
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take place in a ski lodge rather than a hotel
or convention center. From what I understand in researching the event,
the promoter David Mellikant, is putting his show on after
a seven year hiatus. He used to run the Ridgeway
Heights Horror con before he was forced to sell the
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current promotions in order to pay off some debts. The
Corgan twins have told me that it was regarding some
incident involving a patron that ended horribly. I believe Enrique
Couto said that the patron's name was Robbie Reddin. It
seems that Reddin had a confrontation with the convention staff
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that resulted in him being struck down and rolled over
by a delivery truck. I had also heard rumblings that
David Melikant himself was forced to pay for the many
surgeries that Reddin had to undergo to help him make
as much of a full recovery as possible, thereby bankrupting Melikant.
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Darcy Hart was the convention's top guest at the time.
She was an A list actress. After the incident, she
was fortunate if she was able to find work again,
her name having been tarnished. She was lucky that she
was not involved in the Robbi Reddin lawsuit. The more
more I see of the mortal realm, the more I
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long to return to the night realm. Once I was
the queen who gained the respect of her people. Then
there was an uprising that led to my being violated
and injured to the point I nearly lost my head
and my kingdom. In order for me to fully recover,
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it was suggested that I go into hiding here in
the mortal Realm. I reluctantly agreed and allowed myself to
be transformed into the form that I now am. My
former memories were suppressed with new ones. I became Jennifer
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Smith by legal documents, but I would gain status and
fame as a porn star named Vicki Valentine. In time,
I would leave sex work to become a legitimate act
interress in fantasy storytelling known as horror films. Apparently I
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have the gift of acting, because I became in high demand.
In time, I attended horror conventions to meet those who
were fans of my work. Then, on Halloween of last year,
Bethany and I were close to ending our relationship. On
that day, my people from the Night Realm returned for me.
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My memories were restored, as was my identity. I answered
to the name of Vicky Valentine here in the Mortal Realm,
but my true identity is that of a gorgon. Named Veranda. Yes,
a fantasy horror film was made of my namesake, which
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is quite popular with audiences, likely the main reason why
I am summoned and paid to a tend these events,
my usurper Paladin had returned to try and claim both
my head and my throne. Lusting for vengeance. I met
the fool in combat. I gained my revenge and allowed
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him to live, but my would be conqueror took advantage
and had slain Bethany. After she and I married in
the Ways of the Night Realm, my sorceress Meridian knew
of a way to return Bethany to me. It would
cost me my immortality and reduce me to a mortal,
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but I loved Bethany, so I gave it unto her
without a second consideration. Bethany was restored to me, and
now as a mortal, I knew that I could no
longer serve as Queen of the Night Realm. Bethany and
I both abdicated our thrones to my and my handmaiden, Seraphina.
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From there I returned to the mortal realm with Bethany.
Not too long after, we made our marriage official by
the laws of this country. Once I held great power
thanks to a fight to the death with hell Weaver herself.
In desperation, I had bitten her and drank some of
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her blood. This transformed me into a monster with reptilian skin,
blank yellow eyes, and even snakes for hair. I had
gained great strength and immortality, and could even turn enemies
to stone with my gaze. All of this, I surrendered
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to have Bethany again, an action which to this day
I will never regret. And then I am overcome with
me negative emotions and suddenly stop my car. I miss
Bethany greatly and wish to drive to be with her.
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Truth be told, I do not wish to attend my
convention given what I know about this. David Mellikant. The
only reason that I even considered doing it was because
Bethany encouraged me. She understands that I am having great
difficulty transitioning to living full time in the mortal realm. Lately,
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I have also come to be closer to Enrique Cuto,
who has directed me in many movies working Relationship Only
Mind You. I love Bethany far too much to ever
betray her. In fact, I'm part of the panel for
Cuto's next film, in his Babysitter Massacre franchise, which is
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called Christmas Splatter, I reprise my role as Larkin Combs
from the David O'Hanlon novels. I go home for Christmas,
a broken mortal trying to rebuild her life. Unfortunately, the
killer in this latest movie does not wish for me
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to do so. The Corgan Twins did the special effects.
Unfortunately they are not going to be at this convention,
as they are currently tangled in another film. Truly, I
detest my life as a mortal. Although I have both
my memories of being Veranda, I also possess those of
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Vicky Valentine. You would think that I could easily transition,
but it has proven difficult. If it were not for Bethany,
I would return to the night realm and live as
the warrior woman that I once was before becoming altered
by hell Weaver's blood. I resume my journey until I've
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finally arrived in Binnock, Michigan, and come to the high
Point Ski Lodge. There are already plenty of horror fans
arriving for the convention. Every instinct keeps telling me to
just leave here right now and go to Bethany, but
seeing these fans tells me I'm here for them. I
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understand that they are the reason that I continue to
gain bigger and better roles as an actress. I absolutely
refuse to return to being a sex worker ever again.
I get out of my car and grab my luggage.
I walk into the ski lodge and look to check
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into my room for the weekend. I'm not even to
the front desk when a man approaches me. He's wearing
a hoodie and a trucker's hat, both displaying different horror movies,
a pair of jeans and shoes. He also has a
short beard. Based on the photo enriquet Kuto sent me,
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this is David Melikant, himself, the promoter of his latest
attempt to enter the convention scene again after several years.
It's about goddamn time you got here, he says, rudely.
What did you do? Take the scenic route? Hope you
enjoyed it. I narrow my eyes upon him. I may
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not have my powers, but I am still a warrior woman.
This imbecile shall pay for insulting Veranda. But as I
form my fists, this man stumbles over to Melicant, you
wanted to see me, Dave. He turns to him, Who
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are you? What the fuck do you want? The man
is thin, has a longer beard, and is wearing a
convention T shirt with a lanyard. Unlike Mellicant, this man
has a full head of hair. He's also younger, though
I do not know by how much. The name on
his lanyard is Beaton. Terry said, you wanted to see me, Dave,
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he says. Melicant looks at Beaton as if he's wasting
his time. Then he softens up. Yeah, I remember now.
He points to me. You're gonna be her handler this weekend.
I do not require a handler. I protest. He turns
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to me. Every guest gets a handler at my show.
He points to Beaton. He'll be right there with you
to make sure nobody gives you any shit. He'll also
get you to your panels when it's time again, No,
I say, Melicant looks at me angrily. Clearly this man
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does not like having his authority contradicted. Then I look
at Beaton and see the worried look upon his face.
Even though it is clear to me that he is strong,
this Beaton seems to be fearful of Melicant. Very well,
you are my handler, I tell Beadon you sure, he asks,
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before Melikant can cut in, I take Beaton's hand and
bring him to me. Yes, let us get to know
one another. You and I. Melicant points to Beaton. Hey,
pay attention. You're here to be Valentine's handler, not drool
all over her fun bags. I ignore, Melikant. Tell you
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what if you do an excellent job for me, I
will be more than happy to sign whatever you desire.
I'll even take photographs with you. Does this sound agreeable?
I won't mess up. Beat On tells me quickly promise here,
every wish is my command. Melakant points at him, Hugh, sniveling,
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little bitch. Only reason I'm even letting you on my
staff is because the person I originally assigned to Valentine
never showed up. You fuck up, you fuck up, You'll
be out on your ass. I tighten my jaw. He
gets the point. Now, be gone. Melicant stares at me.
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Be gone. Are you fucking serious? Right now? Now? His
eyes grow wide as he gazes upon my abundant cleavage.
He raises his hand as if he intends to lay
hold of my breasts. I quickly reach out and tap
Melican't under the chin. My eyes are up here, look
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into them when you address me. Melikant shakes his head
quickly whatever. Then he finally leaves us. When I look
upon Beatone, he has my duffel on his shoulder and
is handling my suit case. I am a proud and
independent Gorgon female of the Night Realm and do not
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require assistance. Clearly Bedone wishes to please me, so I
will allow it. I extend my hand Vicki Valentine, He
shakes it. Betone Debreer, and I am looking forward to
working with you all weekend. Very well, I agree. After
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checking into the lodge, Bedone accompanies me to my room.
He brings my luggage inside and lays it upon my bed.
He watches as I unpack my clothing, including my black
ball gown to portray the Mortal Realm version of Veranda,
my horror host persona. When I finish setting up in
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the bathroom, I'm aware of how much warmer it is
and remove my jacket after placing it upon my bed.
I notice beat On regarding my bear cleavage in the
Night Realm. Absolutely no one gave my large breasts a
second thought. Here in the mortal realm, however, it seems
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they easily mesmerize men. I smirk and snap my fingers.
Shall I sign all of my nude pictures for you
on Sunday? Beat On gulps nudes. I raise an eyebrow.
I used to be an adult film actress before transitioning
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into horror films. Now, he looks upon me with wide eyes.
You were I nod once, and now that I've given
you some knowledge, I point to the metal suit case.
You shall bring that one with you. Escort me to
the dealer room. Please, sure thing, VICKI, he replies. Once
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we are inside, Beaton tells me to follow him. I
allow him to escort me to my assigned booth. Clearly,
the fool who put the designations on my table could
not spell my name correctly and forgot the E at
the end of my first name. No matter. When Beaton
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places my metallic suit case upon the table, I open
it to set up my photos to be purchased and autographed.
In no time, I'm ready for when the convention begins.
Since there is time before the event opens, Beadon helps
me cover up my table. Even though I do not
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have my jacket, I still make my way to the
door and go outside. I can go back to your
room and get your jacket for you. Beadone offers no
need I return. I don't plan to be out here long.
I walk across the snowy parking lot to take a
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better look at the high Point Ski Lodge. As I
round the building, I can see the hills where people
are skiing. The lifts are in operation and take skiers
to where they desire. Even though I find the idea
of having a horror convention here to be preposterous, there
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is great beauty in Binnock, Michigan. I myself enjoy the
snow and colder climate, for there is none in the
night realm, aren't you cold? Beaton asks? It's freezing out here,
especially with these winds. We're supposed to have a bad
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snowstorm coming through here this weekend starting tonight. If I
were any other woman, I am certain I would be cold.
But I am Veranda. I glance at him. I've seen
enough for now. Let us return to the warmth of
the lodge. Beidone and I walk back inside and return
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to the dealer room. Before too long the convention will begin.
I believe that I shall have a great deal to
do here. With a snowstorm in the area, the two
of us talk at my table. Baton tells me that
he's a fan of my horror movies. He's still surprised
that I've performed in explicit movies as the Queen of
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Porn prior to being re christened as the Scream Supreme
by my my multitude of horror fans. And then I
see Enrique Cuto. He approaches my table. Hey, guess we're
sitting next to each other. You ready for the weekend?
I raise an eyebrow. Do we have a choice? He
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laughs a little, No, it doesn't look that way. Enrique
and I talk shop as he unpacks his belongings. Unlike
everyone else who has crossed me, Cuto is the only
one who looks me in the face when he speaks
to me, probably because he's seen my naked form enough
times for his movies. I've even let him photograph me
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for his Patreon on a few occasions. Nothing explicit as
for our conversation. He asks me about the scripts he
sent me and if I'm okay shooting here at the convention.
Bidone just watches Enrique and I speak In time the
first annual Horror snow In begins. Many fans are walking
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around the dealer's room. I have a line forming in
front of my table. I already talked to Beaton and
told him what I expected so far, he pleases me.
Beaton speaks kindly to the fans. I see his questioning
expression when he realizes that I do not charge for
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my autograph on items that fans bring. The only money
that I make is on my photographs. Bedone is more
than happy to take photos of me with fans. He's
even snapped a few where Enrique and I both pose
with fans together. Now be Done. Suddenly seems upset with me.
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I'm surprised you're not charging for your autograph, Beatone says,
when the line is currently empty. Why. I answer, I
make more than enough money being in movies. I point
to Enrique in case you haven't noticed, he doesn't charge either.
David Mellikant has been past my table on a few occasions,
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no doubt, to check on my handler. He even asked
me how Beaton was doing, not having great expectations of him.
After Mellicant walks away. Beaton sighs. I take his hand
and hold it comfortingly. You're doing just fine, Thank you,
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he says with relief. This is my first convention as staff,
and I don't want it to be my last one.
I can't promise that Mellikant will keep you after this
show is concluded, I say, but you may continue to
be my assistant all weekend long, regardless. A new line
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begins forming in front of my table. Then I see
the sneering vermin before me in Cody King. I remember
working with him in the Slasher series. In the original film,
Bethany was interested in him. For a time. They were
a couple. Then Bethany discovered his infidelity and ended things
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with him. I remember coming to her aid, even though
we were not the best of friends at the time,
she had been living with him until the break up.
I offered to let her stay with me at my
apartment at Strickfield Cove. Little did I realize how much
Bethany and I would come to care for one another
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once the barriers between us were torn down. Now she's
my wife. You selling any nasty porn movies here? Cody
asks crudely. I stand up, does it look like it.
Beadone is ready to defend me, but I hold up
my head and I've got this. Where's your WiFi? Cody sneers,
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I thought you two would be here making porn together.
Believe me, I'd love to make porn with you two ladies. Now,
he points to Enrique Kuto and fuck you. Thanks to you,
I can't even get another acting job like me. Enrique
is not perturbed. He shrugs and tells Cody, you were
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the one who couldn't be bothered to show up on time.
You were the one who let a cop catch you
doing coke in your van. And don't even get me
started with what I saw you trying to do to
Bethany Mirran when you two were on set. Cody points
at him, HI had to come back there and knock
your fucking teeth in Bedone comes in between Cody and Enrique.
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Kuto has a handler, but he sent her to go
get sodas in food. Either you back off or I
can get some security. Cody does not regard him. Don't
try talking tough with me, you whimp. Suddenly, Cody lashes
out and strikes beat On, making him fall into my
display behind us now Cody has incurred the wrath of Veranda.
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He shall learn this day that I am more than
capable of handling cretans such as him. I put my
hands on my table and flip forward to the other side.
Cody is quite astonished, at least until I use my
warrior skills to force him to his knees. He cries
out with pain as I barely turn his wrist. Okay,
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I give up, he yells. Stop. I release Cody's wrist
just as two staff members approach our table. Soon David
Melikant is there with us as well. He points to me,
you okay, nothing I couldn't handle, I assure him. Then
I turn and help beat On to his feet. Melikant scoffs,
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and you couldn't even keep that piece of shit off VICKI,
you know what, Get the fuck out of here right now,
you're done. I step up to Mellikant. If you wish
to fire beat On, I shall return the money you
wired into my account and leave. He sees that I
am most serious. I know what I'm worth at these
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conventions today, and I am easily the top draw here
this weekend. Melikant does not like be encountered. I myself
am not concerned with his wishes. He points to beat On,
looks like God is with you this weekend. Fine, you
can stay with Vicky Valentine, but you're still a fucking pussy.
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You let a woman fight your battles for you, a woman.
He throws up his arms and walks away angrily. The
two guys that walked Cody out return, Terry and Rob.
They both shake their heads at Beaton before they walk away.
He looks sad. Now, I'm really sorry, VICKI. I raise
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my hand in front of me, not accepted. You are
my handler, not security. You did your job at trying
to keep the peace and stand up for Enrique and I.
I do not expect you to fight my battles for me. No,
you remain at my side during this event. Beaton looks
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comforted at knowing that I had both spoken for him
and spoke to him with kindness. Aside from Cody King,
the rest of Friday night went without further incident, at
least while the dealer room was still open. Bedone even
escorted me to my first panel, where I would sit
among other horror hosts such as Joe Bob Briggs. Spengouli,
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Rhnda Sheer, and even Count Gore of all. When I
was finished, I was able to look through the main
doors and see that the snowstorm had indeed commenced. Everyone
would likely be snowed in until the end of the convention.
On Sunday night Perspective Robbie Reddin. I followed that prick
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Terry Witherspoon as he walked out to Grim's car. He
was cussing up a storm. Then he finally reached it.
The driver's side window was still closed. Terry knocked on
the window. Hey, asshole, you sleeping in there? What the fuck?
The window was clear enough to where he could see
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Grim sitting behind the wheel. Of course, he wasn't moving.
Terry knocked again, asshole. You were supposed to run security
with me during show hours. Dave's gonna lose his shit
when I tell him you've been out here all this time.
When Grim still wasn't moving, Terry finally opened the door.
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I had to keep myself from laughing my ass off
when Grim's head rolled right along his left shoulder and
into Terry's waiting hands. Jesus Christ, he screamed and dropped
the head. Terry cautiously looked inside and saw Grim's coat
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was unzipped and his convention T shirt torn open. His
chest was all bloody, But I had no doubt Terry
could easily read the word I carved into Grim's chest, banned.
Then Terry dropped to his knees and threw up. Guess
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it's going to be a pretty interesting weekend after all. Well,
my spookyas, don't get too coozy just yet, because up
and tonight was the opening move. The blizzard isn't just weather,
it's a lock turning. The phone's dying, the roads disappearing
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under the snow like they never existed in the first place.
And that word banned. It wasn't a joke, It wasn't
a tantrum. It was a promise. Next week. In part two,
the convention weekend really begins, and so does the body count.
More guests arrive, more egos flare, more secrets come crawling
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out of the warmth and into the cold, and the killer, well,
the killer isn't done leaving messages because now you've been
marked and there's no way out. So come back here
next Wednesday for Banned Part two, and a big thank
you to everybody for joining us. I'm so excited for
a new year and new fear here at Weekly Spooky
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and I want to say an extra special thank you
to our peace Treon podcast boosters, folks who went to
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we have another best of twenty twenty five that I
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know will keep you chilled.
Speaker 2 (48:43):
So until next time. For myself, for my executive producers
Rob Fields and Bobbletopia dot Com, my creepy composer Ray Mattis,
and of course my producer Dan Wilder. I will be
talking at you very very soon.
Speaker 1 (48:57):
Thank you for listen.
Speaker 2 (48:58):
Phase Grease makes you ought to find your way back
next week, but for now you are safe. Trust me.
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