The Rocky Horror Picture Show Science Fiction/double Feature Novels & Stories

“What’s on the agenda for the rest of the night?” “Well,” Sidney started, “there’s an audience participation showing of The Rocky Horror Picture Show, but Wes actually hates that movie.” “Wait, isn’t not liking Rocky Horror, like, horror sacrilege?” Adam asked, looking to Wes out of the side of his eyes. Wes looked toward the ceiling as he drank. “Yes, it is,” Sidney said. “But how do you not love Rocky Horror?” Adam continued. “It’s the singing,” Wes said. “The singing is just so stupid.”

His wrinkled face looked like it was crawling with countless wriggling worms. I shuddered and stepped back, whispering to Silvia, "Good thing I've got you. This place is terrifying." She snorted and suddenly shoved me forward, straight toward George. With an icy laugh, she said, "This pretty boy will make a great offering. You're going to love him." Before I could react, George gestured, and several eerie puppets stepped forward to pin me down and drain my blood. A sharp bell rang out, echoing through the night.

I could make out spots of blood spatter against the back of his hand and the cuff of his shirt. “Well, my pretty kitties,” he said. “Tonight’s frightening feature stars two of my favorite fiends. None other than Boris ‘The Creature’ Karlof and batty Bela Lugosi.” He leaned closer to the camera and smacked his lips, flashing jagged teeth. “Any fraidy cats out there better hightail it, baby, ‘cause here she comes! Roll that film!”