The Meat Locker

Welcome back to my CASTLE once GORE Kiddies for the THIRTY-FOURTH ILL-ISSUE OF CREEPS CASTLE hee-hee-hee.  It is me, CREEPS, FRIGHTING UP THE NIGHT again with a GROSSOUT OF GOOSEBUMPS as usual.  I hope this story really keeps all of you A STEAK TONIGHT and doesn't BOAR YOU heh-heh...
Chapter 1 
A sign hung across the building in Manhattan, New York City, which read in black capital-letters: "BRYAN'S BARBECUED MEATS", back in the summer of 1955.  Inside the butcher's shop, the thin butcher hit a huge piece of meat on his counter with a meat-hammer, tenderizing it.  He stopped and went back into his meat locker, seeing pieces of a giant hog hanging on meat-hooks.  "Boy, you are gonna make me rich, along with other swines that shall come after you're all sold out" the butcher laughed to the pig's head on one of the hooks.  He walked out of the meat freezer, locking the door.  
Chapter 2 
"Hello, Bryan, getting ready for your grand opening tomorrow?" a lady came into the butcher's shop, asking the butcher.  "Hello Darla, yes my wife" Bryan answered her.  "Good Sweetheart" Darla replied and kissed Bryan's cheek.  That night, Bryan was still in his brand new butcher's shop, mopping the floor around the counter.  Just then, he heard a scurrying around back in the meat locker.  
Chapter 3 
Bryan stopped mopping and took a swig from a bottle of Ripple on his counter.  He flung open the door of the meat freezer and found that the body parts of the huge hog were missing.  "Where'd all of my meat go?" he said in confusion.  Then as he walked inside, the door of the meat locker closed and locked.  Bryan heard more of the scurrying around in the meat locker and oinking was accompanied by it.  The butcher saw the huge hog was now sewn-together and walking on its hind-hooves in the corner.  "Nooo, I slaughtered you in my slaughterhouse!!!" he laughed insanely at the zombie of the swine.  The pig zombie's skin was a reddish-pink and it was rotting, as the thing peered at Bryan with solid-black dead-eyes.  The center of its head was torn-open, causing dark-brown slime and ooze to drip out of it.  As Bryan screamed in terror, the zombie-swine attacked him, ripping at his throat, oinking and squealing like mad.  An hour later, the dead body of Bryan hung with a meat hook in its back in the meat locker.  
Old Bryan really made quite a MIS-STEAK with slaughtering that sow eh?  He really was PIGGING OUT in his butcher's shop ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!  But at least in the end the zombie went HOG WILD and left him HANGING AROUND heh-heh-heh.  Oh well, Bryan did get HOOKED to his job ha-ha.