Acid Trip

Still HANGING AROUND kiddies?  Good, so am I, but I hope our nooses are not a PAIN IN THE NECK ha-ha.  Here's a FINAL FABLE OF FEAR for this EERIE-EDITION, so just HANG ON FRIGHT!  I call it...
A guy was taking a nap in a recliner within the living-room of a high-rise apartment up, in New York City one day back in the Autumn of 1961.  A lady came in from the kitchen, and woke him tapping him hard on the shoulder.  "Oh, what is it Jane my dear?" the man yawned, asking her.  "Henry, it's lunch time" Jane said in reply.  "Oh alright thank you" Henry tod her, getting up and heading to the kitchen with her.  Henry stretched and yawned then took a seat at their kitchen-table.  He and Jane dined on tuna sandwiches together, Henry pouring them glasses of wine from a bottle.  "How is the company going, Henry?" Jane asked him, sipping her wine.  "Oh it's great honey.  Our men's suits are selling like hotcackes this Autumn season" he answered.  "Good.  The contract still states that I will own half of it if something unfortunate would ever occur to you" she added, pulling a pistol from her apron.  "Yes dear.  JANE PLEASE NO!!" Henry said and then screamed, seeing the gun.  Jane shot the gun and Henry slumped headfirst onto the table.  "I own half of your company now Henry you idiot" Jane told his dead body.  
Later on that night, Jane drove a car to a plant and pulled a huge bag out of the backseat.  She carried it into the plant through a side door and reached a huge vat of acid.  She gasped, struggling to lift the bag into the vat, but managed to do it and quickly backed away when there was a big splash.  The bag sunk into the acid.  Jane quickly fled.  When she walked back into her high-rise apartment, Jane poured a glass of wine out, in the kitchen and drank it down.  Meanwhile at the plant, Henry's acid-eaten-skeleton rose up, to the surface of the acid in the vat.  It was facedown and suddenly, its wet, boney-fingers grasped the edges of the vat with both slick skeletal-hands.  Henry's zombie lifted its head up, out of the acid, hissing eerily with his acid-covered-jawbone, as his skull looked around turning both directions, bones cracking.  A fire was burning in the living-room fireplace and Jane sat down in Henry's recliner with blanket and shut her eyes.  Twenty five minutes went by, and there was a shadowy-figure in the apartment, coming towards Jane as she slept in the recliner.  The person gripped her shoulders from behind and Jane woke up.  She saw that it was the skeleton of Henry, when it came into the light around his recliner.  Jane started screaming over and over.  Henry's living-dead zombie rotted and dripping with the remains of acid, raising his rotten-right-boney-hand, hissing at her.  As it stood in acid-soaked-rags, his skeleton gripped Jane's throat, squeezing it hard.  She coughed over and over, choking, as the zombie's right skeletal-hand crushed her throat.  Jane slumped over dead then and the acid-soaked-skeleton of Henry let go of her body's throat, hissing away eerily.  
Henry sure got Jane ALL CHOKED-UP eh, boys and ghouls?  He was glad to be back in their DIE-RISE APARTMENT heh-heh-heh-heh-heh.  To bad Jane did not get to IN-SCARE-RIT Henry's company, because he TOOK CARE OF BUSINESS before she could hee-hee-hee-hee-hee.