The Skin-Man

Hello again kiddies.  I'm reading up on some COOKING TECHSHRIEKS to cook some rather GHOULISH GOREMETS Ha-Ha-Ha-Ha.  There's SHRIEKING DUCK, SCALLOPED POTA-TOES and an old English dessert called DEAD PUDDING!  But before the BEAST-FEAST, I hope you boys and girls will like this HOMEMADE-HORRORS D'OEUVRE I call...
The snow fell with the wind blowing back in December, 1930, in the mountains of Arkansas, one crisp morning.  Three children, two girls and one boy, ran in the falling-snow.  "Come on, Daniel, let's make snow-angels!" one of the girls called out to the boy.  "Okay, Emma!" Daniel replied, catching up.  "Are y'all alright, Sandra?" Daniel asked the other girl.  "Yes just cold" she replied.  "We are getting closer to where The Skin-Man lives" Daniel said.  "What is he like Daniel?" Emma asked him.  "He has green, slick skin and glowing-yellow eyes and is said to feed on people when caught by him!" he explained.  "I think we should head back it's too cold!!!" Sandra said.  "Yeah, she's right let's just go" Daniel agreed.  As Daniel, Emma and Sandra turned and started down the one mountainside, a sound of a high-pitched screech was heard.  That evening, Emma was outside a house watching snow flakes, when a man came charging outside.  "Emma, y'all git in here now, or I'm gonna whoop ya some more girl!!" he shouted.  "Daddy please don't again please!!!" Emma cried to the man.  Emma's father gulped down some Jim Beam Whiskey from a bottle and held a metal-spoon.  Just then, some sort of monster with green, slick skin and glowing-yellow eyes scurried out of the night.  It was bald and had long, gangly-limbs with red-claws, as sharp as knives.  It made an eerie high-pitched screech, plunging its one hand of claws into Emma's father's stomach.  He screamed in terror and was dead, as the thing screeched again, showing long and jagged, red-teeth.  The creature drug the body into the cold-dark.  "Are y'all alright Emma sweetheart?!" a lady rushed out the door, yelling.  "Yes Mama.  The Skin-Man just took Daddy!!" she replied and she and her mother both smiled as they heard a screech in the night.  
What a TASTY TALE OF TERROR that was.  Emma's father couldn't STOMACH The Skin-Man in the end ha-ha-ha-ha!  The meal is ready boys and girls and don't worry, there are enough DEADSTICKS to go around until next issue heh-heh!