Phantom Of The Clown

You have caught me fishing kiddies.  Your REVOLTING-READER, CREEPS, is a real HUCKLESCARY FINN Ha-Ha-Ha-Ha!  I have already caught a FISHY TALE, about a clown, who's really IN THE SPIRIT for JOLTING-JOKES...
Up, in Vermont, the moon came out over a small town, on a night back in the late Winter of 1935.  A little boy and girl wandered up the sidewalk downtown, together.  "Is that store haunted Christopher?" the girl asked the boy, pointing at an abandoned building.  "Yes, Sister" Christopher replied.  "By who or what?" Christopher's sister asked.  "By a clown.  He owned that store and was killed in there, when it caught on fire Anna!" Christopher explained to her.  "Wow!" Anna proclaimed.  She looked inside the store, as they passed it.  Suddenly, two older bullies showed up before Christopher and his sister.  "Got any cigarettes, kids?" they asked Christopher and Anna, pulling them both over to a brick wall.  "No" Christopher replied.  "Too bad!" the bullies said and shoved him and his sister down.  Anna began to cry and the bullies clenched their fists, ready to beat them up.  
An apparition appeared in front of the children and the two bullies gasped.  It looked like a clown, wearing a bright-yellow suit, three purple pom-poms down its front and purple sleeves and a purple-collar.  The ghost's face had brown-paint on it, with a yellow-nose, yellow, painted-on smile and eerie, glowing-yellow eyes.  The clown shook his ghostly-head of purple hair back and forth, his ghostly-head being bald on top.  "We murdered you, when we both set your store on fire over there sir!!!" the bullies said to the phantom, with widened-eyes.  The phantom of the clown walked towards them, in big, green-shoes and giggled lowly.  "Yes, I am rather dead boys!" the ghost said.  He held a big thing of cotton-candy, with purple spots of color in his right-ghostly-yellow-gloved-hand.  "HOW ABOUT SOME FUN BOYS!" the phantom shouted at the bullies, as they smoked cigarettes.  The ghost of the clown put out their cigarettes with his ghostly-fingers.  
The spirit then pulled an axe out of his collar and in the darkness, Christopher and Anna heard the ax slice through flesh twice.  The ghost of the clown stuck the axe back in his collar, turned around and handed the cotton-candy to Anna.  He helped her and Christopher to their feet.  "There you kids go!" the clown said.  "Thank you sir!" they mumbled.  Then, they saw the ghost start to juggle the shadowy-figures of two heads in the dark over and over chuckling away.  As Christopher and Anna ran passed him, they looked back and stopped, discovering that the phantom had disappeared.  
Hee-Hee, looks like the ghost of that clown sure got AHEAD...OR TWO!  Well, those bullies found out the hard way that that phantom wasn't CLOWNING AROUND with them ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!