Crosetti The Puppeteer

Heh-Heh, hello again BOILS AND GHOULS!  You have COME HACK to see me in my own PUTRIFYING-PALACE for yet another EERIE EAR-SPLITTER OF HORROR.  This FABLE OF FEAR, comes with NO STRINGS ATTACHED so to SHRIEK ha-ha, entitled...
It was a cloudy day back in 1891, when a puppeteer put his puppets away into a trunk in a theater, over in Rome, Italy.  He took off with his trunk out the door and he walked up the cobblestone-street to a puppet shop, unlocking the door with a key.  The puppeteer went into the shop and a thief entered it then as well.  "Good afternoon, sir, you nare going to die today!" the thief told the puppeteer.  "No please mister, I am Crosetti The Puppeteer.  The children love me!!!!" he begged, but the crook shot him dead quickly with a gun.  The crook stole the money out of the cash register and ran off. The thief was under a bridge that night, sitting on the ground, with his sack of stolen money.  He sat and drank a bottle of Authentic Italian Wine and then whistled, Santa Lucia.  A shadow lurked in the light of the cobblestone-street, coming closer to beneath the bridge.  An old, raspy-voice spoke out to the crook: "good evening, sir."  The thief silenced his whistling, looking up.  Crosetti The Puppeteer stood under the bridge above him, freshly dead.  His cheeks had glowing-white circles on them like on a puppet's face, and the ghostly-zombie had darkened-skin and his bald head was beginning to rot and split-open.  Old Crosetti gazed at his murderer with shining-eyes of white, and stood in his white, collared-shirt, pants, shoes and red bow-tie which had blackened ooze running down them.  More blackened ooze ran down the decayed-sides of Crosetti's chin, making the zombie's mouth resemble a puppet's mouth. The thief screamed, as the zombie drove its rotting-hand of darkened-skin into his chest, killing him.  Twenty minutes later, the corpse of the murderous thief hung in the window of Crosetti's puppet shop, hanging by marionette strings. 
Crosetti's murderer sure ended up being STRUNG ALONG didn't he kiddies?  Crosetti was sure DEAD ON with his skills, especially when he made quite a DUMMY out of the thief, being the PUPPET-FEAR and all hee-hee-hee-hee!