The Doom Of The Groom

Welcome Kiddies, this is your Old MAGGOT-GAGGER CREEPS again, to SPIN THE SPINE-TINGLING SPINNER OF EERIE-OFFERINGS!  Tonight's TALE OF TWISTED-TERROR, is full of SPIRIT.  I entitle this MORBID-MASTERPIECE...
On a November night back in 1870, out in California, there was a young groom walking with a young bride down the walkway to a mansion.  The brand new couple entered the large home, with the new husband carrying his new wife across the doorway-threshold.  He put her gently down and they sat down in the elegant dining room, at the table.  "Would you care for some gourmet wine my darling?" the husband asked the bride.  "Why, yes Culpepper.   I would please my love" she answered, leaning over and kissing him on the lips.  Culpepper poured out wine from a bottle into a glass, handing it to her.  "Thank you, Sweetheart" she said to Culpepper.  "You are quite welcome Jean my dear" he replied.  Jean drank the wine and within a few moments, she fell to the floor, dead.  "Ah, what a shame I had to mix poison in this bottle of wine!" Culpepper said and picked up Jean's dead body.  
Culpepper buried Jean's corpse beside the mansion.  "Well, darling, now I have your mansion and riches too go along with it.  Rest in peace!" Culpepper said and hurried inside with the shovel.  He lit his pipe in the parlor and sat in a chair, smoking it for awhile.  Culpepper stared tiredly at the glowing-fire in the fireplace.  A figure came into the room in white.  Culpepper's eyes caught sight of it and it was Jean.  Her face was rather ghastly, with a greenish-dead-glow, among her long dark hair.  The apparition of Jean stared at the fire in the fireplace, moving her bright-green-glowing eyes towards her husband.  Culpepper jumped up from the chair immediately, too surprised to speak.  The gown and veil that the specter wore glowed as well, and Jean silently placed her ghostly-hands of green around Culpepper's throat, beginning to laugh and cackle, as he choked and coughed, with wide-eyes.  Early the next morning, the fire was gone from in the fireplace of the parlor.  Culpepper's dead corpse hung by a noose from the parlor-ceiling and suddenly, there was the sound of Jean's ghost laughing and cackling.  
Heh-Heh, looks like Culpepper just ended up HANGING AROUND eh?  As for poor Jean, she totally ended up being a MILLIONSCARE  ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!  Until next EERIE-ISSUE BOILS AND GHOULS, take A GHOST OF A CHANCE like Jean did ha-ha.