A Show Of Horror

Welcome to my CASTLE boys and girls.  I, CREEPS, am FEAR with an ALL SPEW ISSUE TWENTY-FIVE of CREEPS CASTLE!  Tonight's tale, is about a sideshow performer, who's NOT CLOWNING AROUND, entitled...
On a Fall night back in 1882, there was a circus in West-Indiana.  In the circus tent, the ringmaster announced to the crowd, "introducing Douglas The Living Dead, ladies and gentlemen.  Boys and girls!".  The audience applauded, as the ringmaster moved out of the way of a coffin.  The coffin-lid opened and a shrouded-figure sat up in it.  The figure in the red shroud and robe, waved with their red-gloved-hands and announced: "good evening, ladies and gentlemen.  Girls and boys.  I, Douglas The Living Dead, shall return from my grave by tomorrow!".  As the audience cheered and clapped, Douglas The Living Dead closed the lid of the coffin, sealing himself inside.  The ringmaster then proceeded to bury the man alive.  
An hour later, the ringmaster was in a bar at a table, drinking a bottle of Jim Beam Whiskey.  Another man sat and drank the same thing with him.  "So tell me Ned, how did you meet Douglas?" the man asked the ringmaster.  "He uh, just approached me in Chicago last month, and he was wearing that shroud, robe and those gloves like he always does, Harry" Ned replied.  "He basically explained to me what he could do, so either this works or I get the chair!" Ned The Ringmaster finished.  "Yes, I understand" Harry said.  
The following evening, Ned The Ringmaster and the same crowd were back in the circus tent.  "Folks, I have previously dug up Douglas The Living Dead's coffin and now, we shall all see if he has accomplished this horrifying feat!" Ned announced and showed the coffin behind him.  The coffin opened and Douglas The Living Dead sat up, causing Ned and the crowd to scream.  The lanterns in the tent blew out and Douglas removed his shroud, robe and gloves in the dim-light of the moon from outside.  A series of wild, high-pitched cackling arose in the tent, as Douglas put on a straw-hat in the moonlight.  Ned lit a lantern, shining it on the decaying-bones of Douglas.  He was a rotting old skeleton, twisting his boney-neck from side to side, making horrible cracking and snapping noises.  The audience screamed more, ruinning out of the tent.  
Ned The Ringmaster screamed in absolute faer, the zombie of Douglas The Living Dead climbing out of his coffin, worms squirming in and out of his boney-mouth.  "I told you I'd pull it off sir!" the decomposing-skeleton cackled to Ned, as pieces of flesh fell from all of his skeletal-fingers.  
That was quite SKELETONS OF FUN wasn't it boys and girls?  Hee-Hee, Douglas was sure DEAD ON with his show too.