MYSTERY MOTEL

What?! My latest GHOST I mean POST on SEVERED-FACE-BOOK, has been liked by my seventy-two FIENDS! They all gave it a SEVERED-THUMBS UP aha-ha-ha-ha-ha. It is a SCREAM-STORY, about a guy who returns to a motel, and finds something mysterious about it. This NASTY-NUGGET is called...
Back in the Fall of 1949, a man drove a truck within the rain within the countryside of southern-New Hampshire one night. He arrived at a motel with a sign out in front of it reading: "CRANSTON MOTEL" in capital-letters of white on it. He ran into Cranston Motel and rang the bell on the receptionist counter. An old lady came up the hall in the corner of the room and stood behind the counter then and smiled at the man. "Good evening, sir, welcome to Cranston Motel here. We have a splendid room" she said to him. "Good evening, ma'am, why, thank you. I'll take it for the night please" he replied, smiling back at her. During the night, the man drank a bottle of gin as he sat up in a bed in a motel-room. As the rain poured outside his motel-room-window, he got up, drank the rest of his bottle of gin and threw it against a wall, smashing it. The man walked out of his room and down the hallway to the kitchen at the other end of it. He five bottles of gin out of a kitchen-cupboard and the old lady walked into the room and saw him. "Excuse me sir. What are you doing with our gin?" she asked. "Oh, Mrs. Cranston. I am an alcoholic and am gonna steal these ma'am. It looks like I'm gonna have to kill you to keep ya from calling the police about it" he replied to her. He grabbed a knife out of a drawer and rose it up, above Mrs. Cranston, grabbing her quickly. The knife lowered and the sound of Mrs. Cranston screaming was heard. The following morning, the man put the five bottles of gin into a suitcase on his bed, and carried it over to the bathroom. He looked into it, seeing the head of Mrs. Cranston's dead body lying in the bathtub. The man drove away from Cranston Motel in his truck. Three years later, he returned in his truck. The man walked into the motel and rang the bell on the receptionist counter again. Another man walked up the hall and stood behind the counter, holding a book of "POEMS BY EDGAR ALLAN POE". 
“Good evening sir. Welcome to Cranston Motel. I am The Manager Toby Cranston. We have one room available" the man behind the counter said to the man. "Good evening sir. I'll take it please. I'm Sam Shook by the way" the murderer replied to Toby Cranston. That night, Sam Shook sat on the same bed in the same motel room. He got up and looked into the bathroom. The bathtub was empty and he sighed in relief. Sam Shook laid down in the bed then and the sound of water dripping out of a faucet was heard then. He turned out the light on the end table by the bed and the light of the moon shined through the window of the motel room. Soon, an eerie cackling of an old woman was heard and Sam Shook gasped in fear suddenly, sitting up. The murderer saw the standing shadow of Mrs. Cranston on a wall. Sam Shook screamed and looked into the darkened-doorway of the bathroom. There was the silhouette of Mrs. Cranston, cackling away eerily. Sam got up and ran out of the room. He ran out of the hall and Toby Cranston was standing in front of the door. "Hello, Mr. Shook, it is you who murdered my dear Mother three years ago!" Toby Cranston said to him, with an insane smile and wild eyes. Sam backed up and looked behind him into the hallway. "She's dead Toby Cranston. She should not be here!!" Sam Shook replied, scared. Toby Cranston quickly walked over to Mr. Shook with his insane smile and wild eyes, forcing him to scream in more fear, turn and run back into the hall. He ran back into his motel-room and saw that the silhouette of Mrs. Cranston was gone. Sam closed the door and latched it then. He ran over to the window and pulled on it, but it wouldn't budge. He went over hesitantly to the doorway of the bathroom, peeking into it. Sam Shook turned the light on and heard liquid splashing within the bathtub. The shower curtain was drawn and he hesitantly approached it. 
The splashing sounds continued and Sam pulled the shower-curtain back, seeing that it was yellow slime within the tub, and the living-dead zombie of Mrs. Cranston was splashing within the slime. She was also a skeleton, her boney-hands flinging yellow, watery-slime into the air. She still was dressed in her dark gray dress with black flowers on it and the white collar and cuffs, along with her white sweater-shawl. The zombie still had her grey hair, still straight and up in a bun. She cackled away eerily and turned her skull to face Mr. Shook, making the sickening-sounds of bones cracking. Sam screamed in horror, turned and ran out of the bathroom. He tried to open the window again, but it still would not budge. The zombie of Mrs. Cranston who was also a skeleton got out of the tub of yellow slime, the sounds of her bones cracking, watery-slime of yellow dripping from her onto the floor. The living dead zombie stepped in her white-trimmed-dress out of the bathroom, her boney-fingers reaching for the lamp on the end table by the bed. She turned on the light and Sam Shook turned around and screamed, seeing Mrs. Cranston's decaying-eye-sockets stare at him. Out, in the hall, Toby Cranston came to the door of the motel room, and put his ear to it. The living dead old woman came towards Sam Shook and he trembled in terror. The zombie-skeleton cackled away, her haunting-smile was of a corpse's ghastly-grin. When her rotting-skeletal-fingers grasped his cheeks, Sam screamed over and over. She grasped his head and gave it a hard and fast jerk, twisting it around, and killing him instantly. Later that evening, Toby Cranston sat at the kitchen table of Cranston Motel. He smoked a cigarette and looked over to the right-hand-side. "Now, Father shall be relieved finally when he comes back from his camping trip with his Friends, Mother" he said. "Ah, yes, he shall indeed, Toby my Son. That horrible man finally came back here. You buried the rest of his body by the road, but I kept a souvenir of his" the voice of Mrs. Cranston replied. Across the table, the zombie of Mrs. Cranston sat, rocking away in a rocking chair. One of her zombified-boney-hands stroked Sam Shook's skull, as she held it in her dead lap and cackled some more. 
Hee-Hee-Hee, looks like poor Sam Shook did not enjoy his SLAY IN CRANSTON MOTEL in the end there eh? Poor Mrs. Cranston made sure that he CHECKED OUT OF THAT MOTEL TOMB aha-ha-ha-ha-ha! She and her Son Toby did at least GET A BONE-US from him in the end heh-heh-heh.