A Letter From The Grave

Oh, it's you kiddies again!  Well, come on into my CASTLE and welcome hee-hee.  I was just CLEANING UP MY CREEPY-CRYPT down here in my DERANGED-DUNGEON.  Here, I have made you all some TASTY STEW out of someone named STEWART aha-ha-ha-ha-ha!  Now tonight's tale is lcontains a letter that is literally WRITTEN-ROTTENLY I entitle...
A woman walked into a tiny cemetery at night in November of 1909, over near Baltimore, Maryland.  She made it to a tombstone, and said looking at it, "good evening, Great Aunt Maude.  It is I, Muffy!  Eight years ago on this November night, my charming Husband Williard and I planned your murder.  We have made plenty of money from renting your home from then on.  Rest in peace now!!".  Muffy walked off, and the hot-wind blew across her Great Aunt Maude's tombstone.  
Muffy went into a nice big cottage by the graveyard in the countryside.  On Great Aunt Maude's grave, appeared a letter.  An hour later, a man came into the kitchen of the cottage, seeing Muffy.  "Sweetheart, I just found this letter out, in the cemetery on your Great Aunt's grave" he explained to her.  The letter read as they both took a look at it: "I am coming this evening, Muffy my dear.  ~Great Aunt Maude".  "Why, now who would play a nasty trick of a joke like that Willard??" Muffy asked the man.  "Oh, probably just some kids Muffy" Willard replied, kissing her on the cheek.  As Willard sat down in a chair in front of a fireplace, he tossed the letter in the fire, opening a book and reading in the parlor.  He drank a bottle of wine.  In the glow of the fire, the shadows of skeletal-hands reached out from behind the shadow of Willard in the chair, grabbing the shadow of his neck, and choking him to death.  
Muffy finished making pie crust in the kitchen at the counter, and heard a slight-shuffle into the kitchen.  "Willard is that you dear?" she asked and turned around.  A skeleton in a black shawl and dress stood there, with maggots seeping out of its rotting-eye sockets.  "I wrote that I was coming this evening dear" the zombie cackled in an old lady's voice.  "GREAT AUNT MAUDE?????" Muffy screamed, as worms squeezed in between the zombie's decayed-teeth and into her mouth, which oozed black bile.  
The zombie of Great Aunt Maude cackled wildly, jamming her boney-digits into Muffy's eyes, squeezing the bones deep, into Muffy's eye-sockets, killing her.  
Well, Willard didn't seem to NOTE-TICE the zombie of Great Aunt Maude even though he read her NASTY NOTE ha-ha-ha-ha.  He just got ALL CHOKED UP when she arrived.  At least Great Aunt Maude didn't need a GHOST WRITER to her letter for her.  Why, she DECOMPOSED IT ON HER OWN aha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!