The Chef Of Shivers

Oh hi there GHOULS AND BOILS!  I was just PRE-SCARE-RING a little CANDLEFRIGHT DINNER for my GHOULFRIEND and I.  The appetizer is a nice SCREAM OF MUSHROOM SOUP ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha.  But our MAIN CORPSE is about a chef who DISHES OUT a little revenge of his own, I call...
Back in 1967, in a restaurant on a beach down, in Florida, a chef was back in the kitchen grilling shrimp.  On the radio up, on a shelf, The Beach Boys sang: "Surfin' U.S.A."  The cook sang along to the song and someone entered the kitchen, creeping around with a bag and pulled a knife off of the rack.  The crook saw the cook and when the chef eyed him suddenly and gasped, the crook made a struggle with him.  He stabbed the chef, killing him quickly and escaped out of the back door into the night.  Four years later, the burglar was in a home in Tampa, drinking a bottle of Cutty Sark Scots Whiskey, while listening to "Crimson And Clover" By Tommy James And The Shondells on a transistor radio.  The crook sat on his couch and heard someone in his kitchen.  "Who's there?  Get outta my house man!! Now!!!" he screamed, getting up and grabbing a baseball bat.  
The footsteps were heavy and crossed the kitchen, the crook wide-eyed, guzzling his Cutty Sark.  What emerged from the kitchen was a very dead form of a hunch-back shadowy-shape.  The eyes were large and glowing an orange-red color.  In its shadowy-hands it held an old chef's pot.  The shape reached for the burglar, and it was a ghostly-zombie with its shadowy-hand in the light.  The hand was skeletal and covered with writhing-worms.
The crook screamed, hitting it with his baseball bat and knocking it off the figure, with a decayed-crack.  The form came into the light and it was the ghostly-zombie of the chef, with his hat missing and his rotting-skull gleaming.  He was also a skeleton and was rather transparent, as the rest of his white chef's uniform on him was covered in cobwebs.  The boney, decayed-hand of the ghostly-skeleton clutched the murderer's ankle tightly, the guy screaming and hitting it with his bat.  The zombie with his glowing-eye sockets of orange-red bent over and its rotting-limb reattached to him.  His hand then let go of the crook's ankle and drove directly into his chest.  "I am known now as The Chef Of Shivers sir!" the ghostly-zombie croaked in gagged, distorted-voice, maggots dropping out of his boney-mouth.  The crook screamed, as the dead chef twisted his hand in his chest, killing him.  Ten minutes later, the shadowy-form of the ghostly-zombie of the cook was wandering off from his assassin's house, creeping into the moonlight.  He held his old cook's pot, and inside it, was a fresh human-skull.  
Well, talk about getting JUST DESSERTS eh, kiddies?  The crook is sure THE SLAIN DISH now hee-hee-hee-hee!