Cecil McGee and Turner "Bubba" Teague return in their first full length adventure! The cursed slacker rednecks were introduced in the pages of the horror collection, What Price Gory, in the story Cecil & Bubba meet a Succubus. In that tale, Cecil & Bubba accidentally killed the dog of Rosalita, a drunken gypsy. She cursed them: "You shall be plagued by the strange and evil until the end of your days..." Soon after that run-in, Cecil & Bubba hired onto a paranormal investigation of a local haunted house to earn some extra cash. During that investigation, the two discovered that Rosalita had not been just whistling Dixie! They ended up tangling with a nasty succubus and the boys barely escaped with their lives and souls. In this follow-up novella, Cecil & Bubba spend what they think will be an uneventful Halloween night at McGee's Gas, Garage and 24 Hour Convenience center, until they are joined by a new and unlikely ally. Soon after that, a pair of FBI agents brings a van in for emergency service work. The agents are hauling a weird cargo and Rosalita's curse soon causes an ancient evil to rise and walk the earth once more. Cecil & Bubba find themselves not only fighting for their lives, but for the very planet as well. Can our two heroes prevail over the horror of THE THANG? Prepare yourself for a close encounter of the horrifying and hilarious kind!
Genre: FICTION / HorrorCecil and Bubba meet the Thang was featured in two of my bestselling collections and has been read by thousands of readers. It is a very popular tale that is also an audiobook.
Cecil looked at the store clock. It was ten pm. “Where the hell you been? I thought you were getting your check and coming back to keep me company.”
“Yeah, that was the plan,” Bubba said, still trying to settle on the best way to bring up his words. “I had a little hiccup. Ran into someone we know.”
“Yeah, and who would that be?” Cecil said, tearing open a fresh bag of chew and reloading his lip.
“You gotta promise me something first, man,” Bubba said. “Give me your word you ain’t gonna freak.”
“I ain’t promising you shit,” Cecil said. “What’s going on here, Bubba?”
“Best if I just show you,” Bubba said, going back to the store entrance.
He pressed the door open and stuck his face out into the night. “It’s okay. Come on in here.”
A woman walked into the store. She wore jeans that had a firm grip of her ass and a tee shirt with the phrase DON’T MESS WITH TEXAS emblazoned on it. The caution was stretched wide by her generous bosom. She had lush red hair and bright green eyes. Sun freckles dabbed her cheeks. It was Hattie Mae Reynolds. She smiled at Cecil.
“Hello, Cecil.”
“Fuck shit cock-sucking son of a bitch!” Cecil screamed, as he pulled the bat his daddy kept stashed out from under the register. He ran at Hattie Mae, pulling the bat into the air with both hands.
Bubba immediately wrapped himself around Cecil.
“I knew you were going to overreact!” Bubba hollered, wrestling Cecil to the ground.
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Translated by Mel Blumen
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