Maple Tree Farm

Welcome back kiddies.  I, CREEPS, see you have crawled and slithered your way back into my CASTLE ha-ha!  Well, I have yet another tale of terror for you all...
A strong wind blew through the leaves on the maples on Maple Tree Farm, up, in Ontario, Canada, in the Autumn of 1871.  Inside the farmhouse, a shadow touched the brick-wall.  The shadow was of a man in bed.  The bedroom-door opened and a man came in.  "Good morning Brother.  How are you today?" the man asked the shadow of the man in bed.  "Good morning, Charles.  I am good thank you.  How are you?" the shadow of the man in bed replied, asking.  "Doing fine Alvin!" Charles answered.  "Now, during a fabulous breakfast of ours, we shall discuss how to catch the men who harmed me and robbed our dear family" the shadow of Alvin in bed explained to Charles.  "Yes indeed" he agreed.  
That afternoon, Charles rode on a horse from Maple Tree Farm into Toronto.  He hitched the horse and stood by a deli. He saw a man in the crowd and waved at him.  "Excuse me sir, I will pay you, if you assist me please" Charles stopped the man and explained.  "Yes of course sir" the man agreed.  Ten minutes later, Charles and the man sipped cups of coffee, as they followed two men into an alley.  "There the robbers are Edward!" Charles told the man and they caught the men, holding knives to their backs.  "Halt, come with us gentlemen!" Edward told the men.  
They arrived on two horses at Maple Tree Farm.  Edward and Charles holding knives as they each sat behind one of the robbers on a horse.  They entered the farmhouse and Charles peeked into Alvin's bedroom.  "I have returned successfully Brother!" he said.  "Good Charles, bring them in" Alvin called from the room.  The criminals saw Alvin in the candle-light, when Charles brought them in.  "WE KILLED YOU SIR OVER A YEAR AGO!!!" they screamed.  He was a zombie, with a rotted-face and gray-skin.  Alvin's mouth was sunken-in and his eyes were solid-black and dead.  He combed his ratty, silver-hair and approached the criminals in his red robe.  "That is correct gentlemen, welcome back to Maple Tree Farm!" the corpse moaned.  The black-fingernails on his decayed-hands reached the throats of the criminals.  
An hour later, the zombie of Alvin drank a glass of wine, standing at his bedroom-window.  Outside in the cornfield, the bodies of the dead-criminals hung on poles in the moonlight, as human-scarecrows.  
Hee-Hee! Alvin was rather DEAD-ON with his plan to catch the criminals eh, kiddies?  He even convinced his murderers to HANG AROUND his farm ha-ha-ha!