Mary, Mary, Frighteningly Scary

Hee-Hee, welcome Kiddies!  I was just feasting on some FRENCH DIES, which are TO DIE FOR.  Speaking of food, here's another CREEPY-CUISINE that I have COOKED UP for your APPE-FRIGHTS ha-ha-ha!  I call this FEAST OF FEAR...
One night back in 1880, there was a Catholic Nunnery up, in New England, which stood still in the moonlight.  Within the place, the sound of a woman crying was heard throughout the halls.  A nun awoke, lit a candle and carried it in its candle-holder down the hallways, reaching the cries.  She entered the basement and saw a shape of a lady in a white shroud, sitting in a rocking-chair in a corner of the cellar.  The nun gasped in surprise and fright at the sight.  The lady in the shroud of white rocked back and fourth and as she cried, she told the nun, "good evening, Sister, I was also a nun in my Earthly life who lived here in this place.  I weep and cry on account that I was murdered by my own Father who disapproved of me joining this nunnery".  
"My name is Sister Mary and I have sought revenge on my murderous Father!" the phantom introduced herself to the nun as and went on explaining.  The ghostly nun then held up a dark and wet thing in the candle-light, as some blue fog and mist appeared around her, as the apparition stood up.  "This thing I hold is my Father's spleen from when I plunged my ghostly-hand deep into his abdomen and tore it out, murdering him early this morning, Sister!!" the ghost of the nun cried out in fury to the nun.  The nun gasped screamed in horror and the ghost of the nun kept on crying in her white-shroud until she faded-out, vanishing with the blue fog and mist.  
Heh-heh-Heh, I bet NUN OF YOU were expecting that eh?  Sister Mary's Father should have given her a GHOST OF A CHANCE, but in the end, she found out that he COULDN'T STOMACH IT!  Oh well, she'll just have to settle for playing HIS ORGAN aha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!