THE BROOKDALE KILLER

Oh, there you are kiddies.  HACK again for MORE GORE I see eh?  Well, welcome to ISSUE FORTY-TWO OF CREEPS CASTLE and Let's start with a STORY THAT REALLY SUCKS shall we?  Hee-Hee.  Oh don't worry, you kids are sure to be GROSSED-OUT by this GORE-MET ha-ha-ha-ha!  This tale is REALLY KILLER and I call it...
Back in spring, 1965, out, in the small town of Brookdale, Illinois, some person was calling to a woman from outside of a convenient store.  One other car was only around along with the car the woman was in, and she could see see only one cashier inside the store.  The person calling to her stood at the one side of the convenient store, as a shadowy-figure in the night.  
The person approached the lady's vehicle, and now she could hear them call out in a female-voice, "would you like some coffee?".  "Oh, well, thank you ma'am" she said to the other woman.  The lady took a cup of it from her and drank.  The woman in the vehicle suddenly choked, as the shadowy-image of a mini razor-blade poked out of her throat, killing her.  The shadowy-lady laughed and stuck her head into the car.  Viscous biting, sucking and slurping noises were heard.  The next day, four policemen and the cashier surrounded the car.  "This woman was spotted at Brookdale Bank late last night stealing money.  We have retrieved it from her vehicle here for the bank" one cop explained to the cashier.  "Oh my.  I am terrified as to who killed her Officer.  Looks to me like an animal" the cashier replied.  
That night, a teenage hippie played a record of The Beatles singing: Eight Days A Week, in an apartment by the convenient store.  He smoked a cigarette in his front room and a woman walked downstairs.  "Hey, Miss Granger, be careful tonight because The Man's looking for The Brookdale Killer" the hippie informed the woman.  "Oh, thank you for the warning, Chuck" Miss Granger replied and walked out the door, then turned and told him: "I am The Brookdale Killer!".  Her face transformed, becoming as white as snow and her eyes becoming a solid-black.  As she stood in her black dress, socks and shoes, her long black hair blew in the wind.  Miss Granger then opened her mouth, having deep-blue fangs that were needle-like and strikingly-long.  The vampire ran off into the evening.  
Now I give that tale a BLADE A...RAZOR-BLADE A THAT IS aha-ha-ha-ha-ha!  Miss Granger turned out to be A LADY OF THE FRIGHT heh-heh-heh!