"Trashcan Man"

Hee-Hee, oh, hi, kids! I just uploaded a CREEPY-CLIP on GOO-TUBE! Boy, that WEB-FRIGHT has some SLIMY-SLOPICS hee-hee-hee-hee. Want to take a SHRIEK I mean a PEEK at my video? Good! It's a REVOLTING-RECORDING about the old man in the SLAY-BORHOOD, who took the nickname...
One night back in the late-Fall of 1958, an old man walked throughout a neighborhood within a suburb over in west-Indiana. He whistled: "Little Brown Jug" as he walked into a home. He walked through the front room whistling away and went into the kitchen, turning on the light. "Say, what's this all about now here boys?" the old man asked three teenagers who were sitting at his kitchen-table. "It's the old man of the block fellas! We're here just to rob ya" one of the teenagers said to the others, then answered him. The teenage boy who had spoken, got up and went over to the ice box. "Theodore Jackson, please get out of my house now, or I'll call the police!" the old man said to him. "Shut up, Mr. Williams!" Theodore Jackson responded to him being mean and got three bottles of Jack Daniel's Whiskey out of the ice box. He handed one bottle to a second teenager and one to a third teenager. Mr. Williams walked through his kitchen and as the other two teenagers watched the back of him, Theodore Jackson grabbed him by his wrist going in front of him, and stabbed him in the chest with a switch-blade knife. Mr. Williams gasped in pain and fall to the floor on his stomach, dead. Within the shadows, the two other teenagers carried the dead body of Mr. Williams outside to a trashcan. Theodore Jackson came out of the house and opened the trashcan in the shadows. The two other teenagers heaved the corpse into it and Theodore closed it. "Let's get outta here fellas!" he said to them and the three took off, running.
They ran into the backyard of another house and sat down on the steps of the back porch. Theodore Jackson and the two other teenagers pulled the stolen bottles of Jack Daniel's Whiskey out of their jacket-pockets, opened the bottles and drank the whiskey down. "My Folks are out on a date together" Theodore said to them. "I bet the whiskey tastes better where they're dining at, Theodore" one of the other teenagers responded to him. "Ah, Mr. Williams just had Jack Daniel's in his ice-box Johnny!" Theodore said to him. "Yeah, it's ok stuff eh, Nathan?" Johnny said, asking the third teenager. "Yeah it is, Johnny" Nathan said, agreeing with him. Theodore, Johnny and Nathan chugged the rest of the alcohol down and three the empty bottles over the fence. One month later, Johnny was lighting a cigarette out, in the falling-snow within the neighborhood one evening. As he stood on the sidewalk smoking, he saw a trashcan rolling across the street to him from the front yard of the old home of Mr. Williams. It stopped beside the sidewalk and Johnny gasped in fright. He looked back across the road and saw a hunched-figure within the shadows, lurching across the road from the front yard. "Mr. Williams" Johnny said in horror and ran up the sidewalk. He slipped on a patch of ice and fell on his side. "MY ARM! HELP! MY ARM IS BROKEN!!" Johnny shouted in pain, rolling over onto his back. He grabbed the arm he fell on and the sound of a trashcan being dragged was heard. Then, the hunched-figure came to Johnny. It was the decaying-zombie of Mr. Williams, his wrinkly-skin was doughy and rotting, his white hair and beard were shabby. The living dead corpse stood over Johnny, dressed in its black trench-coat and boots, glaring down at him with black, rotting-eye-sockets. "Evenin', Johnny! I'll keep you nice and warm in my trashcan son!" the zombie of Mr. Williams said to him, croaking in a distorted-voice. Johnny looked up at the living-dead Mr. Williams and screamed in terror.
The rotting zombie grinned eerily and maggots fell out of his rotting-mouth. The dead old man grabbed a snow shovel out of the trashcan behind him and bashed Johnny right in the face with it, as the teenager screamed. Meanwhile, Theodore was driving a white Chevy and Nathan was in the passenger's seat. On the car-radio, Buddy Holly sang "Peggy Sue". "Hey, let's go pick up Johnny, Theodore" Nathan said to him. "Alright Nathan" Theodore responded, agreeing. Theodore turned a corner, driving onto their street and suddenly saw the zombie of Mr. Williams drop the dead body of Johnny into the trashcan on the sidewalk within his headlights. Theodore stopped the car and he and Nathan looked out at the living-dead man in horror. The zombie cackled in its distorted voice at Theodore and Nathan, more maggots falling out of his decaying-mouth. Nathan turned off the car radio and said to Theodore: "drive, Theodore, drive!". Theodore did. He pulled into a driveway. He and Nathan ran into a house and Theodore looked out the living-room-window. "Good evening, Nathan, how are you doing?" a man who was sitting in a chair, reading a newspaper asked him. "Oh, uh, good evening Mr. Jackson sir. I am doing alright thanks. How are you doing?" Nathan responded to him, asking. "That's good. Oh fine thank you. Say, I thought you boys were going to hang out together along with Johnny, Theodore!" Mr. Jackson answered Nathan, and then said to Theodore. "Oh, we decided to come back here Dad" Theodore told him.
Theodore and Nathan went out to Theodore's kitchen and the zombie of Mr. Williams stood within the doorway of the back door. His rotting eye sockets seemed to stare at the two teens. Theodore and Nathan gasped in surprised-horror. "You boys can call me Trashcan Man now!" the pale, doughy-like-fleshed-zombie said to them in his distorted-voice. As Trashcan Man gripped Nathan's throat with his pale white, rotting-hand, Theodore ran out of the kitchen. Nathan coughed and choked. Theodore ran into his backyard and saw the zombie of Trashcan Man carrying Nathan's dead body out of his back door. Trashcan Man dumped the corpse into a trashcan on Theodore's back porch and slammed the lid on it. Theodore screamed as the living dead corpse walked into his back yard within the falling snow. "Theodore Jackson you rotten boy!" the zombie of Mr. Williams croaked out in his distorted-voice. The zombie picked up his snow shovel from in the yard and quickly hit Theodore Jackson directly in his face with it, causing him to scream and fall into the snow. "This is why you can call me Trashcan Man, Theodore my boy!" the zombie croaked in his eerie distorted voice, looking down at him. "Trashcan Man" Theodore said, looking up at him and coughed. Trashcan Man swung his snow shovel, hitting Theodore Jackson in the face once more. During the night, three trashcans were by the old home of Mr. Williams. They were all open and each one contained the dead bodies of Johnny, Nathan and Theodore. The distorted cackling of the zombie of Trashcan Man was heard.
What a TRASHY ENDING that was eh, boys and girls? Mr. Willliams a.k.a. Trashcan Man CLEANED UP around the neighborhood eh? Heh-Heh-Heh! Even though he's a zombie, he still TRASHCAN DO IT hee-hee-hee-hee! I do hope you all liked the story even though it was rather GARBAGE aha-ha-ha-ha-ha.