New Friends

Well hello TERROR Kiddies.  I, your SHIVER-CHEF, CREEPS, have a real BONE-CRACKER for you all tonight heh-heh.  It's about a teenager who moved into a brand new NEIGH-BOO-HOOD, and gets ha-ha, a mysterious call on the TELE-GROAN...
One night a teenager set a baseball bat down in a house against a wall, up, in Maine, during Spring, 1955.  He heard the telephone ring and answered it.  "Hello" he said on the phone.  "You are the new one on the block who just moved in last weekend.  Come on down to Court Street man to play some basketball with us.  We got snacks and are gonna play tomorrow night around 9:00!" a teenage boy's voice said over the phone, inviting him.  "Thanks a lot, but uh, who is this?" the teen asked, but the other teenager hung up.  
The next night, the teen rode his bicycle to a sign that read: "COURT STREET" in white capital letters on it.  He checked his watch and it was 9:00 p.m.  There was a basketball court at the beginning of the street and the teenager saw people in the dark playing basketball.  The teen parked his bike on the side of the court and the five basketball players walked over to him, slumping and staggering in the night.  
"Hey, man, you showed up!  Welcome!" the person with the basketball said to the teenage boy.  "Oh, hello, yeah.  You were the guy who called on the phone.  I am Rodney" he replied.  "Hey, Rodney.  I'm George man!" the other teenage boy introduced himself as.  George hi-fived Rodney and Rodney noticed that George's hand was boney and skeletal.  
In the streetlights as well as the moonlight, Rodney could see the worms slithering, writhing and crawling on George's skull, as he was a living-dead skeleton.  The four other people were also zombies in black basketball uniforms like George was in.  They were all skeletons, moss covered the ribcages of two of them, as their jerseys had holes in them.  Rodney screamed in terror as one of the zombies munched on moldy corn chips from a mold-covered bag.  
The five skeletons surrounded Rodney and the zombie of George held the basketball up in the air and laughed.  "Now we have two equal teams of three instead of a team of three and a team of two fellas!" George cackled, worms and maggots spilling out of the decaying-mouth of his old skull.  Rodney screamed and trembled, feeling five boney-hand grip his arms.  Rodney ran for it, jumped on his bike and rode off, speeding, as the living-dead zombies turned in their moldy-white socks and their moldy-black tennis shoes.  
I guess Ol' George was really ON THE BALL eh?  Hee-Hee-Hee!  Their BASKETBALL SCREAM carried a lot of DEAD WEIGHT around aha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha.