The Mystery of Frankenstein’s Bride Series
Date Published: 06-24-2022
Stopping the unstoppable is what Rose Cortez does best.
Terra, Frankenstein’s ex, is using the old electric machine to bring the
dead back for fun now. After running into zombies her old psychic Rose must
do something about the machine Frankenstein’s Bride can’t give up. Is there
a way to get the machine away from her and her terror of lurking zombies?
Rose and her band of psychics find out when one of them is found dead.
Rose is a powerful psychic detective and ghost hunter. Revenge is what she
wants after the death one year ago of her husband. Now her psychic comrade
is dead too and she’s had enough. Terra’s second life can’t last forever.
The way to stop her is not so easy!
Fern was excited as she wanted to start immediately. “I’ll be there first thing in the morning!”
As soon as Rose opened the doors to the shop the next morning, Fern arrived with boxes of things she needed for readings. She started calling herself a psychic reader and ghost buster and had cards made up. Within a few days, her business was booming, and the other two psychics joined the team. Rose kept her eyes open for Terra and her zombies but didn’t see any until one evening when she and Fern were alone in the shop and they heard a moan and then a dog barking. “I’m sure I heard a zombie,” Rose said. “What has Terra been up to?”
They ran to the window and looked out. There were three long-dead zombies walking down the street to Terra’s house. The two of them looked at each other, then ran into the bathroom and locked the door. “I’m gonna get to the bottom of this,” Rose whispered.
“How can I help?” Fern asked.
“This will be more difficult than a reading. They must be destroyed. Do you know how to kill zombies?” she asked.
“Yes, just shoot them in the head,” Fern answered.
Rose nodded. “Terra won’t go easy. I want to get that galvanism machine from her. It’s in her shed right now, but this will take more than one person. Maybe Lily and Violet will help.”
“And you can’t just call the police. They won’t believe you.”
“When I looked at her through the window the other day, she was different. Old and deader looking. Who knows how long she will last undead?”
“She can’t be that hard to destroy, then,” Fern said.
“I’ll see what my crystals can do. If anything.”
The three zombies sat in Terra’s backyard. Her galvanism machine was plugged into her backyard outlet as her creepy old mansion did not have a garage. The zombies then approached the machine and one of them bent the wire back that conducts electricity. Terra did a back-bend and her face wrinkled. “You stupid heap!” She stood up and straightened the wire. Looking a little younger, she brushed the zombies away from the machine as her long gray hair blew in the wind. The neighborhood dogs were barking now and she rolled her eyes.
“Maybe I should lock this thing away,”she said to herself. Then to the zombies, “Curiosity killed the cat! No, I think I’ll lock you away.” She grabbed a pole and started pushing them toward the shed but the zombies managed to grab it out of her hands. They began to hit her with it until she backed into the shed and then they locked her in!
Terra flipped on the shed light, trying to think happy thoughts. She sat down and remembered things about her childhood. Like her father cutting down the Christmas tree and ice skating with her cousins while her mom watched. Thoughts of fireplaces and hot chocolate always warmed her. Zombies were afraid of fire, not her. The fear made her realize the zombies obviously knew her weakness. They could kill her with the machine or by leaving her in the shed.
She created them hoping they would be like Frankenstein, but they never were. Frankenstein was evil at the start. There would never be another. She heard the zombies shuffle away and wondered, How long will I last?
About the Author
Martha has studied writing with Writer’s Digest. She is the author of
many short stories and books and still likes getting writing prompts.