Welcome back, everyone, and get ready for another Howard Rice story. I won’t keep you long with the details, but we’re excited to announce that we’ve made more progress and gotten more stories than we can publish.
We’ll be checking these stories, following up with writers, and focusing on learning more about this mysterious figure. I feel like we’re closer than ever to figuring out why there are so many connections to a Howard Rice.
Until then, enjoy another story, this time a Halloween story from less than a year ago.
Howard Rice, Reanimator
So, first of all, I do a lot of traveling as an actor. I probably don’t look like the type, but we have this really great artsy thing going on, where we travel up and down the West Coast doing shows. It pays the bills, and we meet a lot of creative types along the way.
That’s how I ended up meeting Howard Rice. So, to paint the scene, it’s mid-October, and we’re traveling up through California with a buddy of mine. She doesn’t want her name shared around, since she’s sort of shy, but we were having a great time traveling while we had some vacation days.
Obviously, since it was October, a lot of the shows were kinda spooky, not really kid stuff. We did some adaptations of Poe’s “The Telltale Heart,” a production of Dracula, and all kinds of stuff. Then, we get a call that they’re in dire need of some performers out in some small city north of LA. It’s an adaptation of that movie Reanimator. Personally, not my thing, but my friend was super excited about it, so we went.
Her friend, who works for a big-name car accident lawyer in LA, that gave us the call, of course couldn’t make it as they were working to try to get justice served for their client. But, that’s how these things go, right? So, he sent us right on to the stage director, a stuffy old guy who talked about making “real art” and all that. We humored him, got into costume, and went over the script. We only had a day to learn it, but mostly, we just had to get all covered in green goo and say some scary stuff.
On stage, we totally hammed it up, and the crowd loved it. Afterward, my friend said, “I chewed the scenery so hard, I’m going to be picking backdrops out of my teeth for a week.”
Of course, the director loved it, called us downright Shakespearean. He invited us over for dinner with his wife and son, a sweet guy home from college for the long weekend. Of course, the conversation turned to the performance.
“Oh, I never watch the stuff.” The son wrinkled his nose. “I’m sure it’s fun, but it scares me to death. My boyfriend watches that sort of thing all the time, though. He’s seen that new one, the one with the girl that makes the clucking noise, three times in theaters. I told him, Howard P. Rice, if you put that movie on one more time, I’m tossing your stuff in the yard!’ He laughed at me.”
He sighed and the family laughed, but for some reason, the name stuck with me. I guess that means it’s a spooky Halloween coincidence now.
More Howard Rice Stories to Come
We’d like to give a big thanks to our readers and to the people who have sent in their stories about the mysterious Howard Rice. We’re sure there are more of us out there, looking for him, so we’ll keep our readers updated as the new stories come in.