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The Guide - A Halloween Story

... intent even if she does not recognize my language.” She walked to the entrance to the cave and then looked back at the camera and whispered. “All of this depends, however, on The Guide appearing for us here on this Halloween night.” She walked back up the path as she continued her explanation in a more normal tone of voice. “There is no specific time that The Guide appears, but the most powerful appearances have always been on Halloween. That nun who became a stripper was here as part of an exorcism team that was going to purify the place and drive the demons from the park. They took up positions on the outside of the cave on Halloween night, armed with their Bibles and their holy water and their special oils and their faith. In the morning, however, all of that was gone along with their clothing when they stumbled out of the cave. Their bodies bore all the signs of an orgy, and their minds were destroyed. “Tonight, I am going to attempt to meet The Guide in safety. What little we know from survivors is that The Guide reaches out to them and they are unable to control themselves, but are drawn into her arms and into the cave itself.” She held out her arms as if she were pulling the viewers to her bosom. “My crew,” she said as she pointed into the foliage, “is setting up remote cameras in the cave and all around this path.” She then laughed. “They will be safely in the control truck parked outside the park. I will be tied securely to that tree.” She pointed to a stout Oak near ...

... the entrance to the cave. “Like Odysseus tied to the mast, I will be able to hear the Siren’s song, but will not be pulled into her clutches. Hopefully, I will be able to describe what I see and maybe get to the bottom of this phenomenon.” She had reached the tree and now stood next to it. “Tonight,” she said, “The Guide will be shown to the world. There are no accurate descriptions of The Guide, but everyone with enough mind left to describe her has said that she was a naked woman.” She smiled at the camera, “So, if we find a naked female spirit wandering around, it’s probably her.” The camera then panned back for a very wide shot as two men in bluejeans approached Edwina carrying large coils of dark-colored rope. The rope looked relatively soft, but it was thick and obviously very strong. She stood with her back against the tree and they began winding the rope around her body and the tree trunk. When they were finished, she was wrapped securely from her ankles to her neck. “This is actually rather comfortable,” she said to the camera which was once again trained on her face. “If The Guide appears, there is no way that I can go to her or reach out to her.” She dropped her voice to a slow whisper. “Now all we have to do is wait.” And wait they did. Edwina’s assistants tied her to the tree just before dark, several hours later it was approaching midnight and nothing had happened except several bugs had landed on her face and a small something stung her on the neck. Other than ...