"I Watch You!"

Welcome kids.  I, CREEPS, am FRIGHTING a TERROR-TALE for the local NOOSEPAPER heh-heh-heh-heh.  I have many SCARE-A-GRAPHS to go in the story, but at least I got the HEAD-LINE finished.  The man in this RANCID-REPORT, will sure READ THE FINE PRINT...
One Winter night, back in 1939, a man was sitting in his study of his home in a town in Indiana.  He was writing on a document, when he looked out the window.  The man saw a creepy girl smiling in at him.  She had: white-ghostly-skin, wore a white dress, had straight and long hair of black and her eyes were missing.  The man screamed in surprised-horror, looking into her dark-eye sockets, which were huge and black.  "Good evening, sir, will you let in please?  I am frozen!" the girl called through the window.  The man sat there speechless and closed his eyes.  He opened them moments later and found the girl was gone.  
He poured wine into a glass from a bottle and drank it down.  The man looked out the window again, watching the snow fall silently.  He hummed the tune of "Polly Wolly Doodle" and continued to write on the document.  He peeked out the window a minute later, seeing the girl was back.  "I AM FROZEN!" she yelled, in a shrieking-voice.  Her eye=sockets glaring in at the man.  He gasped and rushed to the window.  "Who or what are you?" he asked her, choking out.  "I am the ghost of a girl, who lived in your home here nineteen years ago sir.  My parents were out, getting firewood for the house and it got extremely cold and I froze to death in my bed upstairs!" the ghost of the girl explained to him through the window.  The man immediately opened the window and the spirit crawled inside.  He shut the window and looked at the phantom, standing in her ghostly-pale-white-bare-feet.  "Thank you very much kind sir!" she spoke, her voice was quiet and like the wind.  She made her way over to the fire in the fireplace of the study, getting warm.  The man approached her.  He touched her ghostly-arm and she spun around.  Thick, black-slime dripped out of her eye-sockets and mouth and she shrieked out loud and the man screamed, falling to his knees down, into the puddle of oozing-black-slime.  Then, he looked up, seeing the apparition had vanished, along with the slime on the floor.  
Heh-Heh-Heh.  That wraps up our EIGHTEENTH ISSUE OF CREEPS CASTLE for this SHRIEK!  I guess that girl was really IN THE SPIRIT of WARMING UP TO THAT MAN, eh, kiddies?  As for me, I've got to get back to being a GHOST-WRITER on my old TYPEFRIGHTER Ha-Ha