Den Of Doom

Welcome BOILS and GHOULS. I, CREEPS, have some DERANGED-DIE-A-LOGUE for you ha-ha. This PUTRID-PERIODICAL is about a REVOLTING-ROOM, and it becoming a...
Back in the late-winter of 1959, a young man sat at a desk within a den of a house over in eastern-Pennsylvania one evening. He was reading "Poems By Edgar Allan Poe" and the window of the den smashed suddenly, with one burglar climbing into the downstairs-den then. The burglar aimed a shotgun at the young man who screamed in horror. The burglar fired his weapon, shot the man within the shadows of the den and killed him. The burglar rushed around the den carrying his shotgun and huge sack. A week later, the telephone on the desk in the den rang, and a shadowy-hand picked up the receiver within the dim-light of the lamp. "Hello. Oh, hi, Mary sweetheart. How are you and our Son getting along with your Folks? Good. I am fine thank you. See you and Sam in a week. Love you. Bye!" the shadowy-figure of the young man said on the phone and hung up. Then, he wandered over to the curtain of the broken-window. He opened the curtain and light poured into the room, passed his silhouette. He held up one silhouetted-hand and with the silhouetted-hand that was skeletal, pulled on the hand. The sickening-sound of peeling-flesh was heard, and the silhouetted-hand became one that was also skeletal. The silhouetted-zombie dug into his neck with his boney-hands, causing more sickening-sounds of peeling-skin to be heard within the den. Then, the zombie's silhouetted-head became a skull and he shut the curtain. 
During that day, a second young man came to front door of the home, knocked on it, opened it, and walked into the house. "Hia Thomas it's just me, George. I brought my game of Poker" the young man called out and walked over to a set of double-doors within the front hallway. "Thomas. Your den window's broken. Are you okay?" George said, asking. He opened the double-doors and peeked his head into the den. "Oh, hi, George. Yes. I'm gonna have it repaired" the shadowy-figure of the zombie of Thomas replied, sitting in the shadows at his desk. "Oh good. Say, something stinks in here" George said to him and walked into the den. Thomas turned the lamp on his desk off. "Something terrible happened a week ago to me, George. But I am gonna take care of it" the zombie of Thomas said to him from within the shadows. That evening, the burglar was driving a van down a street and parked in the driveway of Thomas's house. He crept over to the broken-window of the den with his sack and carefully climbed through it again. The lamp on the desk was turned on and the burglar crept over to the safe within the wall. "I forgot all about this, but since this there's still nobody here, except for this guy's dead body, I should be alright" the burglar said to himself, quietly, but then the shadowy-figure of the zombie of Thomas walked over to him, slowly.
"I have spent a week within my den here sir. My Wife Mary and my Son Sam are away on vacation at Sam's Grandparents's house, and I have rotted away within this room as a living-dead zombie all because of you killing me!!!" the zombie explained to the burglar. Thomas put his dead, skeletal-hand on the burglar's shoulder and the guy turned around, seeing the zombie who was also a skeleton and gasped in horror. The burglar screamed, as the skeleton of Thomas let out a high-pitched eerie wail, standing in his white sweater-vest, black buttoned-down collared-shirt and white dress-pants. His long, scraggly-beard was now an eerie-white, and blew in some wind. The rotting-zombie took the burglar's head within its boney-grasp, and twisted the guy's head around, as he screamed, killing him immediately. Four hours later, a the front door flung-open and a young woman and a young boy ran into the house. "Thomas sweetheart. Our Neighbor George called and said that you had a burglar in here a week ago!" the young woman called through the double-doors of the den. "Dad, are you alright?" the young boy called out. "Oh, hi, Mary and Sam. I am. I am thank you" Thomas responded to her and him through the doors. Sam opened them and he and Mary saw Thomas standing there. "Happy Halloween!!" he said to them, with a grinning-skull. 
Hee-Hee, what a DEN-DING I mean ENDING that was eh, Kiddies? What happened DEN to Thomas? Well, he kept on spending TOMB much SLIME in that room. Perhaps even a DECAYED aha-ha-ha-ha-ha. Reading the poems of DEAD-GAR ALLAN POE hee-hee. By the way, see you all next time for another REVOLTING-READ in CREEPS CASTLE ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!