Citizen's Arrest

Hello there CHILLING-CHILDREN, it is I, CREEPS, your GHOST-HOST OF HORROR. Let’s take a GHOULISH-GANDER at ISSUE 74 OF CREEPS CASTLE, FEAR I mean HERE ha-ha-ha-ha-ha! Aha! This first tale is about someone catching a criminal at THE SCENE OF THE SLIME, in a NASTY-NUGGET called...
Out, in Chicago, Illinois, there was an African American man who was smoking a cigarette, as he stood on a sidewalk of a neighborhood one night back in Summer, 1974. The black man walked through the neighborhood and a car pulled over on the side of the street, and he walked passed it. A black gangster got out of the driver’s side of the car and raised his pistol, aiming it at the guy. He shot him in the back, the guy collapsed on the sidewalk, and the gangster rushed over to him. As the black man gasped in pain, the gangster shot him a second time, killing him. The black gangster stole his wallet out of his pocket, rushed back into his car and sped off fast then.
Three months went by and the gangster drove in front of a cemetery one night and parked. He was listening to Bob Dylan sing Like A Rolling Stone on his car-radio as he opened a bottle of Ripple and drank it. He turned the car radio off along with his car and made his way over the fence with his alcohol. The black gangster stopped in front of a grave that read: “WILLIAM T. MADISON FEBRUARY 13TH, 1950-JUNE 18TH, 1974” on the tombstone. “This is it. That guy’s grave who I murdered and stole his wallet back in June” the man said to himself. The African American gangster gulped some more of his Ripple down and then looked around William’s gravesite. He found a golden ring in a small wooden box beside his gravestone and grabbed it. Just then, a rotted-hand of pale-black skin came flying up, out of the dirt and clutched the gangster’s leg. “What the heck is goin’ on ahhhhh!” the black gangster yelled in shock. He tried to take off but he fell to the ground on his side and he rolled onto his back. Hearing dirt moving, he sat up, seeing the zombie of William T. Madison stand up from by the hole in his grave. The zombie was had rotted-pale-black skin and his dead eyes had no pupils in them, being solid-white. 
William’s zombie also had red slime on his face somewhat and his clothes were covered in dirt with worms squirming around within it. The black gangster screamed in horror, got to his feet and ran for it. He tripped over a rock and fell flat on his face, screaming. The rotting-pale-hands of William’s zombie grabbed his jacket, pulling him up in mid-air from behind. “Give me back my golden ring!!” William’s living-dead zombie uttered to the gangster in a raspy-voice. He snapped the black gangster’s neck with his dead, rotting-hand, killing him instantly. Fifteen minutes later, the phone rang in a police station and a policeman answered it. “Chicago Police, Sargent Peabody speaking, how may I help you?” he said on the phone. “Evenin’ Officer, I am reporting a Citizen’s Arrest” the zombie’s raspy voice said over the telephone. Sargent Peabody and a second officer walked through the graveyard together. They found the black gangster’s corpse lying across William’s grave. William’s gold ring was back in the wooden box. 
How do you like that boys and GHOULS? William T. Madison’s zombie put his murderer into quite a GRAVE SITUATION heh-heh! He sure RINGED HIS NECK too in the end there. But even the zombie had A COP OUT hee-hee-hee-hee-hee.