The Door Of Horror

I welcome you BOILS AND GHOULS HACK into my CASTLE on this STORMY FRIGHT aha-ha-ha-ha! As it's THUNDERING AND FRIGT-NING out there, come within here for more TWISTED-TERROR. Our NAUSEATING-NOVELLA is about a man who taps into something terrifying, but DIE-RECTS people over to...
Back in 1974, a young man was sitting within a television studio, watching monitors up, in New York City. The Brady Bunch started on one television-monitor and the guy sat, eating a bag of peanuts. All In The Family came on another television-monitor. A third television-monitor turned on mysteriously by itself and t.v. snow was on the screen. The two other t.v. monitors turned off by themselves suddenly and the man pressed a button. The snow on the screen was suddenly accompanied by a high-pitched roar. The guy gasped and jerked in surprised-fear and then another man came into the room. "What the heck is going on in here Roger??" the man who had come into the room asked the young man meanly. "Oh, Mr. Whitman, um, technical difficulties sir. I'll fix them as soon as possible sir" Roger said, responding to him. "You better fix them Roger or I'll fire you fast you scumbag!!" Mr. Whitman threatened him and stormed out of the room. As Roger sadly sighed, the high-pitched roaring was heard again on the t.v. monitor with snow, a tune of a flute was heard, and a second door in the room suddenly flew-open and he looked, seeing something terrifying beyond it. 
It was a 7-foot-tall thin beast with violet-colored skin and six spider-like legs. The monster stood on two stork-like legs and feet of violet-colored flesh and its one huge eyeball stared out at Roger, glowing-yellow in the center of its head. White slime covered the top of its head, oozing like gelatin, and the thing was the one that was roaring. Roger screamed, running to the other door, but the door that the monster was beyond in a vortex of orange smoke, flew-closed then. Roger sighed in terror, hesitantly going over to the second door. He bravely flung it open then, seeing the closet. He gasped in surprise and relief. The t.v. monitor with the snow on it turned off by itself and the two other television-monitors turned back on by themselves. One showing Alice in the kitchen on The Brady Bunch, and the other showing Archie Bunker sitting in his chair in All In The Family. Roger closed the door of the closet and sat down in his chair then. Meanwhile, Mr. Whitman stood outside of the television-station with his arms around a young lady. "Alice, I am going to get rid of your Husband Roger like you also wanted too. Tonight the television-monitors in the studio were not working!" Mr. Whitman explained to her. "Ralph, thank you. Roger is a no good loser" Alice responded to him and they kissed each other on the lips within the night. 
Roger got into a car and drove off from the parking-lot of the television station then. During the evening, Roger walked into the front room of an apartment where Alice sat on a sofa, drinking a bottle of Jack Daniel's Whiskey. "Oh, hi, uh, honey" Roger said to Alice. "Hi, Roger, you freakin' idiot. I heard from your Boss that you screwed up the t.v. monitors tonight" she responded, meanly. "Yes, Alice, something scary happened that interfered with the monitors" Roger told her, with a frown. "Something scary eh? You probably saw something scary on one of the screens you moron" Alice said to him being nasty. Roger silently walked into a bedroom and Alice took a swig of whiskey. The following evening, Roger was back in the room at the television-studio, sitting by the television monitors. There was a flute that looked like a human spine lying on the floor by the closet-door and he saw it, got up and walked over to it. Picking it up, Roger observed it, looking confused and then played it. The high-pitched tune of the spine-flute made the closet door fling-open, and the same cyclops monster roared in its high voice from beyond it within the vortex of orange smoke. Roger screamed and the door shut. Mr. Whitman came into the room then and pointed a pistol at Roger. "Hello, Roger, I am firing you. Oh, and your Wife Alice and I are dating too. She wanted me to kill you" Mr. Whitman explained to him. Roger gasped and then blew the spine-flute. The closet door flew-open and the violet-skinned-beast roared at him and Mr. Whitman. Mr. Whitman screamed, shooting the thing, The bullet did not have any effect on the thing, and the monster reached its six spider-like limbs out of the dimension, grabbing Mr. Whitman with them. Screaming, Mr. Whitman was pulled into the vortex-dimension and the beast shoved his head into its mouth. Roger looked away, as sounds of eating were heard among the high-pitched roaring of the thing.
The screaming of Mr. Whitman fell silent and Roger ran out of the room as the crunching of bones were heard accompanied by the high roaring. Roger ran through the empty-television-studio, finding a telephone. He dialed a number and said on the phone: "hello, Alice, please come over to the television station honey. I have something very important to show you". When Alice walked into the monitor room of the t.v. studio, Roger was sitting in his chair. "Roger, where's Mr. Whitman at? I will kill you since he has not killed you already you creep" Alice said to him. "Oh, look at this flute that resembles a human-spine honey. When blown, it seems to open the door to another dimension" Roger told her, holding the spine-flute. He blew it, and the tune once more caused the door of the closet to fly-open. The skinny beast which was also a cyclops roared eerily within the vortex dimension of orange smoke. Alice saw it and screamed loudly with horror. The monster with the white slime covering the top of its head, reached its spider-like legs out of the dimension and wrapped them around Alice's body. It stood on its stork-like legs and feet of violet-flesh, pulling Roger's wife into the dimension with it. The monster roared, shoving Alice's head into its mouth, its one eye eerily glowing-yellow. Roger closed his eyes, hearing more sounds of eating. He rushed out of the room then, poured a cup of coffee and chugged it down. Roger walked back into the room, seeing Alice's boney-hand on the floor. One of the monster's spider-like legs grabbed it, pulling it back into the dimension with it. The door flew-shut, slamming. Roger hesitantly opened it, looking into the closet and smiled. 
Ha-Ha-Ha, Roger really learned to like SLAYING THE SPINE-FLUTE eh, boys and girls? Mr. Whitman and Alice found out that HE BLEW IT with them hee-hee-hee-hee. It was quite DRAG for Alice and Mr. Whitman for the monster to get them. At least Roger knows that IT BITES being in another dimension heh-heh-heh-heh-heh!