Dream-Vision of the Inescapable Tomb

In a strange shop, not strange to me whose delight it long was to search out dubiously precious curiosities, pig-like, but strange to economists whose theories were upset by the continued existence of that and similar patently unprofitable establishments, I came across a purportedly antique jar which bore designs impossible to mistake for authentic but nevertheless to my taste. I bought the thing and spent the evening hours contemplating it, tracing with a thoughtful nail the figures thereon and imagining the scenes depicted in lively fullness. A sense developed in me, I cannot explain it, of anticipation, that the actions shown awaited still their sequel, but the nature of either part I could not discern. Then imperious Hypnos called upon me, and reluctantly I set my treasure aside.
That night I dreamt, I must have, that I was in a chamber I knew to be the tomb of Menethkarses, knowledge impossible to have since no living man knew anything of that place or that name. Nevertheless I knew that and more, and knowing I watched with growing horror while dread Menethkarses, by foul fate risen again, moved with one step after another closer tothe great portal intended once as a ward against robbers but now the last and shoddy bulwark against an implacable power as sure to dominate the world by means of unfathomable sorceries as the gun must triumph over beasts.
Closer, and closer, and closer the awful wrapped thing walked till, amazing to say, I awoke from that which was no dream. It was my clock which roused me, another curiosity, but one far different in characte,r for I never had anything from it but amusement when it rang the twelfth hour. In the space between the first chime and the last, the hoary knowledge which for a time I had as an unwelcome companion departed, blessedly so or else I had never been able to endure it, except for this, that with the close of that Halloween day ended also the danger, that Menethkarses even then retraced his steps toward his sepulchural bed. How narrowly were we saved, I marveled, and that we had been saved every year for these past several thousand years, and ever would, for that ancient conjurer was unlikely to increase his pace, at his advanced age.
Finis

Addendum

But now they're back! As zombies or terrible pumpkin-headed gentlemen!

Happy Halloween

A merry Halloween to all who celebrate. Those who don't are dead already, I imagine.

Don't Forget the Hair

In many settings, it should be a littlehorsetail rather than a ponytail. As for pigtails, if your setting don't got pigs I ain't reading.

Universal Human Aspirations

Have any of you managed to have your skeleton burst out of the body and do a musical number? It's harder than most of the documentaries on the subject make it seem.

Addendum

The same doesn't hold for character names because nobody's going to remember all those anyway. A spoiler forgotten is a spoiler avoided.

Important Location Naming Consideration

The locations in your story should progress in alphabetical order so that people can look stuff up on the wiki without getting spoiled. This is the digital age, you see.

An Alluring Wagon

A wanderer out on a moon-rich night saw a wanderer of a different sort and addressed him.
"Spirit, how is it that you met your end? Is there danger hereabouts which I am better off knowing?"
"Stranger, this region has the story of a wagon that has no driver nor team to drive it but moves about regardless. We aren't surprised to see it settle beside us on a night like this, where it waits a spell for the passenger to embark and be taken away. Should he not, there's nothing more to it."
"Why then should a man climb on, or why did you?"
"I will pray with what voice I have left to me that you never come to know. Good luck on your journey, traveller."
"And on yours, traveller." The man watched the other fade away.
Finis

Addender

Astrologers are going to have a dickens of a time once we start grinding up stars, won't they? They could lobby to avoid the relevant stars, but those are surely the best ones going by their mystical significance.

Addendum

Though at that point, do you really want them in your space empire? The cost of recalibrating horoscopes from there alone is comparable to their tax contribution.