Going Camping

There you are BOILS & GHOULS!  I have a TERROR-TALE thet's FOREST OF THE ISSUE ha-ha-ha.  It's called...
Three boys were in a tent together, out, in the woods of northern-Kentucky, back in 1970 one night.  As they ate hot dogs, a transistor radio played, Crimson And Clover By Tommy James & The Shondells.  "Yeah, I love this song man" one boy told the two others.  "Yeah I dig it too, Peter" another boy agreed with him.  "Yeah, Ed, it's groovy.  Get ready for some Cards!" Peter replied, shuffling a deck of cards.  "Any ghost stories for tonight guys?" the last boy asked Ed and Peter.  "Y'all have any Andy?" Ed asked him.  "Yes, from my Pa" Andy confirmed.  "Well, it's not a ghost story, but it's a tall tale of a monster in these here woods.  My Pa encountered it when he was fifteen years old!" Andy continued, explaining.   "Was it one of those Sasquatches?" Peter asked.  "Nope" he said.  There was a sound of a banjo playing: "Oh My Darling Clementine" nearby and Ed turned off the transistor radio.  He, Andy and Peter looked outside and saw an old man on a log by a campfire, with the banjo strumming away.  They wandered over to him.  "Howdy, boys, y'all goin' campin' too eh?" the old man asked Peter, Andy and Ed, stopping his banjo-playing.  "Howdy, yes sir.  We were just gettin' to the spooky stories" Ed said.  "Oh, is that right?  The ol' legend about the slimy-monster in these here woods no doubt!" the old man proclaimed.  "Yes sir, my Pa witnessed it when he was fifteen" Andy said.  "Oh he did?!  Well, I have encountered it too boys.  Squishing around when it walks, 'cause it enjoys the crick here!" the old man told them, then had a swig of moonshine from a bottle.  
Later on that night, the boys slept and Andy woke, hearing the squishing-noise by the tent.  "Guys wake up, come on!" he whispered shaking his friends awake.  Ed, Andy and Peter gazed out their tent, seeing a frog-like thing as tall as an average man in the grass.  Its light-green skin was glowing in their lit-lanterns, the creature peering at them with blackened-eyes.  Its webbed-hands and feet bearing claws, and the monster extending one clawed-hand, roaring-lowly at the boys.  They noticed its yellowish-fangs were like needles and the monster oozed a black-slime out of its mouth, splashing it on the screaming-boys.  The frog-monster fled as they wiped their faces off.  The boys got back inside their tent, zipping it up.  Meanwhile, the monster stepped into a body-suit of the old man, zipping it up.  The old man chuckled away.  
Well, that's it for this IS-SPEW OF CREEPS CASTLE...with the monster SPEWING hee-hee-hee-hee-hee!  The old man really had a FROG IN HIS THROAT aha-ha-ha-ha-ha.