Terror Bridge

Hee-Hee, welcome Kiddies to the TWELFTH EERIE-ISSUE OF CREEPS CASTLE.  How about a GAME OF BRIDGE, eh?  Well, it's easy to SLAY this game.  But in the meantime, be repulsed by this tale of MONSTROUS-MAYHEM...
n May of 1878, in the forest of Maine, a boy was wandering around.  The sun was shining down, through the trees and the boy saw deer running.  Through a few bushes, he came to a golden-bridge.  The bridge shined and sparkled in the sunlight.  He ran and stood on it. In the melodies of the chirping-birds, he quickly heard a low-growl from under the bridge.  An orange, giant, furry-hand with claws, grasped the bridge.  The boy screamed and ran.  That night, he was tripped by another boy in a cabin, falling.  "Gee, I am clumsy, Timothy!" the other boy said to him.  Timothy got up and replied, "come on now William!".  "I did that on purpose you idiot" William laughed.  "Nephew, get in your closet now!!" a woman told Timothy.  
"Yes, Aunt Lucy" he replied.  The following morning, William yanked Timothy out of the closet, causing him to fall and smash a vase.  "You broke my favorite vase you naughty boy!" Aunt Lucy yelled at Timothy.  "No food for you today boy" she continued.  She had an iron-spoon about to hit him, when he ran off.  Timothy returned to the golden-bridge and started grinning.  "You are in trouble idiot" William told him, rushing to him.  "You and Aunt Lucy have abused me since my parents died, my Cousin, William!!" Timothy screamed, shaking him.  The orange-hand of fur and claws clutched William's ankle, rising its head above the bridge.  The monster's ape-like face had purple-glowing eyes, biting William's face with its fangs, pulling him under and killed him, as it roared.  As the sounds of the creature eating William's corpse were heard, Aunt Lucy arrived.  "Where is William you?" she shouted at Timothy.  Aunt Lucy drank a bottle of Jim Beam Whiskey and the creature rose up, growling at her.  She screamed, as the beast chewed her head murdering her and slashed her chest with its massive-claws.  Timothy ran off, returning to the cabin.  
Now that's what I call a SLASHER TALE, because the beast did SLASH HER Ha-Ha-Ha-Ha.  William and Aunt Lucy sure got the CLAWS IN THE CONTRACT eh, ha-ha-ha!