POOL OF SKELETONS

Ha-Ha well, how about THE PRICE IS FRIGHT to watch BOILS AND GHOULS? Some lucky SLAYER will win THE JACKPOT! No? Ok then! A TWISTED-TALE it is. It's about a man who's having a GHOUL PARTY within his HACKYARD! Entitled...
Back in the Summer of 1966, a middle-aged man was grilling meat out, in the backyard of a house somewhere down in Virginia one night. As he tended to the food on the grill, two young hippies sat at a picnic table close by. The Mamas & The Papas sang California Dreamin' on the transistor radio that was on the picnic table. The middle-aged man came over with two hamburgers on top of each other on his spatula and slid one onto one bun and the second on another bun. The hippies put their cheeseburgers together and said to the guy, "thanks Harry". "Oh, y'all are welcome!" Harry responded and went back to his grill. "Far-out party, Jack" the one hippie said to the other. "Yeah, it is groovy Pete" Jack agreed, replying to him. As Pete and Jack ate their cheeseburgers, Harry turned off the transistor-radio and a middle-aged woman plunged a meat-cleaver into each of their backs as they looked up, at Harry, killing them. "Now they will finally be quiet, Harry" she said to him. "Yes, Vivian, no more darn hippies for Neighbors causin' a heck of racket with this music" he agreed, saying. Harry tied a rope around an ankle of each corpse, then kicked the two huge rocks into his swimming pool, that the other ends of the ropes were tied to, making the dead bodies of Jack and Pete sink down to the bottom of it. 
Five years later, Harry drank a bottle of Jack Daniels Whiskey out, on his back porch one evening. A old man waved at him from on the other side of one of the fences. Harry waved back to him. "Howdy, Harry, how are y'all this evenin'?" the old man said to him, asking. "Evenin', Waldo, doing good thank y'all. How are you and Lorraine doing, Neighbor?" Harry answered, wondering of the old man. "That's good. Oh, we're doing good thank y'all. I was just thinking about those two youngsters who lived in our home who disappeared five years ago. Lorraine was remembering too" Waldo said, explaining. "Oh, Pete and Jack. Yeah, they were two Friends who were hippies. It is mysterious indeed. They probably went out to San Francisco like many of them did, Waldo" Harry said to him, and gulped down more whiskey. During that night, the water within Harry and Vivian's swimming pool mysteriously bubbled like a jacuzzi. As it did, two skeletal-hands rose up, out of the bubbling-water. A rotten-skeleton rose up, out of the bubbling water then, all water-logged and decayed. It was also a zombie, climbing out of the pool, making sickening-sounds of cracking-bones as it stood up. It wore a tie-dyed-shirt and a pair of white shorts. The zombie was the skeleton of Jack, and his bones cracked again, as he turned around, seeing a second skeleton come out of the water. As the second zombie reached out its boney-hand, the zombie of Jack grabbed it, helping the skeleton out of the swimming pool then. It was the zombie of Pete, standing in his tie-dyed-collared-shirt and orange shorts. The skeletons of the hippies moved slowly, creeping towards Vivian and Harry's back porch, cackling eerily in whispery-voices.
Meanwhile, Vivian and Harry were asleep in a bed together within a bedroom. Harry woke up and got out of bed. He walked into the bathroom, turned on the bathroom-faucet and splashed water on his face. When he turned off the faucet, he turned on the bathroom light and gazed into the mirror. The bathroom-light turned orange, giving eerie orange glow. Harry's reflection transformed into the soaked and rotting-skeleton of Pete, cackling away in his whispery-voice at him. Pete's zombie slapped his decaying-boney-hands onto his soaked-skull, letting out a maddening, high-pitched shriek. Harry screamed and ran out of the bathroom. Meanwhile, Vivian stirred, waking up herself and looked up, seeing the zombie of Jack within the moonlight that shined through the bedroom window. The zombified-hippie was holding a cleaver in the air. The skeleton shrieked in an eerie high-voice at her, causing her to scream herself, and lowered a meat-clever. Harry ran back into the bedroom and saw Vivian's dead body in bed. Harry screamed, running to the front door, but the zombified-hippie of Pete, stood by it, holding another meat-cleaver in the air. The rotten-skeleton let out a second high shriek, lowering it into Harry's chest within the shadows, killing him. Soon, Waldo along with an old woman knocked on Harry and Vivian's front door then. "Wait here Lorraine" Waldo said to the old woman. "Alright Waldo" she responded and he went into his backyard. Walt peeked over the fence, gasping in fear. "It's alright Lorraine. There''s a pool party. We can go back home" Waldo called. "Alright Waldo" Lorraine called back and Waldo walked away. The zombified-skeletons of Pete and Jack were sitting at Harry and Vivian's picnic table by the now normal swimming pool. As they cackled in their eerie whispery-voices, the corpse of Harry was propped up against his house by his grill. The corpse of Vivian was seated in a lawn chair by the picnic table. The zombified-skeletons cackled away and each put a boney hand on each of the corpses shoulders. 
It looks like Jack and Pete's FUNNY-BONES are tickled eh? Ha-Ha. Well, I wonder what food Harry grilled up this time, nice NO BODY ELSE was gonna cook! SCARE RIBS would've been nice aha-ha-ha! At least one of these BONEHEADS was still dressed in his TIE-DIE-D SHIRT for the party hee-hee-hee-hee-hee!