Maurice

Greetings once again Kiddies.  I'm in a bit of basic training.  I prefer the old JUMP SCARES, being a SCARE-A-TROOPER ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!  I tried HANG-GLIDING and got a little CHOKED UP about it, like the young man in tonight's tale, who has a BONE TO PICK with his fiance's father.  I call it...
In June of 1936, there was a grand manor in Baltimore, Maryland one evening.  Inside the mansion, a young man and a young woman were sitting by a fireplace in the parlor on the sofa, together.  "Tomorrow I am going on a hunting trip my dearest!" the young man said to the lady.  "Oh, please be careful Maurice my love" she replied and kissed his lips.  The following day, Maurice hiked through the wilderness of Maryland.  As he moved slowly through the woods, he spotted and older man come out from behind a tree.  "Mr. Linhurst, what are you doing way out, in the woods here, sir?" Maurice asked him, surprised.  "Stay away from my Daughter Maurice.  I don't like you.  You two will never marry!" Mr. Linhurst told Maurice and shot and murdered him with a shotgun.  Mr. Linhurst wandered off whstling: "Camptown Races".  
Four years later, Mr. Linhurst was walking downstairs in the manor, seeing his daughter looking out the parlor-windows.  "Anna my dear, what seems to be the matter?" he asked her, walking into the parlor.  "Oh, Father, I just miss Maurice.  Today is the fourth anniversary of his hunting accident death" Anna answered.  "Oh, you will find someone else my dear" Mr. Linhurst replied.  He drank a bottle of Jim Beam Whiskey, as he turned around, leaving the room.  Mr. Linhurst went outside as the sun was setting.  He finished his whiskey and walked around to his shaded-backyard.  Walking, he fell accidentally into a hole.  "What in blue-blazes?!" Mr. Linhurst yelled out.  Someone helped him up, out of the hole.  Mr. Linhurst looked up on his kness, staring at the living dead Maurice.  Mr. Linhurst's hand was grasping Maurice's skeletal-hand, which had worms squirming on it.  The zombie still had one eye, but missing his other one, grinning down at the older man, with a grinning-skull.  The skeleton's trench-coat was brown and dirty, as some white hair stuck out of its old, brown-hood.  The zombie of Maurice jumped in his brown boots and pants into the hole, as Mr. Linhurst screamed.  The skeleton pulled him into the hole with him, filling it in with dirt using a shovel, burying Mr. Linhurst alive with it.  
Ol' Mr. Linhurst really took a SHOT at it, but in the end it was Maurice who had to COVER HIS TRACKS FOR HIM heh-heh-heh.  Maurice did give Mr. Linhurst a HAND and Maurice ended up DIGGING THE HOLE THING Hee-Hee.