Still At Large

Welcome to EERIE=EDITION #86 OF CREEPS CASTLE, BOILS AND GHOULS! I, your PUTRID-PUNSTER, CREEPS, have FRIGHT a CRAWLY-COLLECTION this SLIME for you. Heh-Heh, this FEARS-T FABLE OF FRIGHT, is about a NO-GORE-RIOUS CRIMINAL, who was...
Back in the Summer of 1970, a crook was driving an orange Chevy up a road out, in northern-Nebraska one night. On the car-radio, The Mamas And The Papas sang California Dreamin'. "That's what I'm doin' right now. California dreamin', as I'm headin' there with this cash I stole from back in Omaha!" the crook said to himself and drove on then. He drove to a gasoline station where a hippie couple and a young boy were standing by a Station Wagon, and parked his orange Chevy by them. The crook got out of his car and went into the place. The hippie couple kissed each other on the lips and a man's screaming was heard suddenly from within the gasoline station. The crook ran out of the place suddenly, carrying a pistol, shoving cash into his jacket-pockets. He got back into his car and ran over the young boy, killing him instantly. The hippie couple screamed in horror, with the guy running after the crook. He was also run over and killed by the criminal, swerved his Chevy around, and ran over the woman, as she screamed, killing her too. The criminal swerved his car back around and sped up the road. 
The next morning, he looked out a window of a motel room. The criminal opened the door of the motel-room and found a note on the mat outside. Picking it up, it read: "WE ARE COMING FOR YOU SIR!" scrawled across the paper in pencil in capital letters. The criminal looked out the door and then shut it, latching it. He tossed the note into a trashcan and sat down on the edge of the bed. Meanwhile, two policemen were in a police car riding the road from the gasoline station where the crook had been the night before. As the one cop drove, the other cop said to him, "that guy killed that Family. That poor hippie couple and their Son, Herbert my Friend!". "Yeah, that crook robbed a hotel back in Omaha of $700.00, Harry, and is still at large!" Herbert responded to him. As Herbert drove, Harry drank a cup of coffee. Meanwhile, the criminal drank a bottle of Ripple, as he passed around his motel-room. He pulled the curtains of the window closed and as he drank more of his Ripple, walked away from them. Suddenly, a trio of shadows within the sunlight, two taller followed by one shorter, walked slowly passed the window, being seen on the curtains. 
The crook finished his bottle of Ripple and looked down, into the trashcan at the mysterious note. The door of the motel-room suddenly sprang-open, the criminal looked up, gasping in surprised-fear. The three figures whose shadows were on the curtain stood outside, being the rotting-zombies of the hippie couple and the boy. The living dead hippie man stepped into the motel room first, his dead skin rotting away. The living-dead zombie crept slowly to the crook in his light brown bellbottoms, white, collared-shirt with images of blue daisies on it, and light-brown sandals. His rotting-flesh was pale-white, black ooze dripped from the right-side of his mouth, as well as his chin and the left cheek, he also had ratty hair of dark-brown that turned an eerie-white, as he opened his rotting-mouth. The zombie's decaying-nose also dripped black ooze and its dead eyes were a gold-color and pupil less. The crook screamed, backing up and dropping his empty bottle of Ripple on the blue carpet. The zombie of the hippie woman came slowly into the motel-room next, in her yellow sandals and yellow dress. The living-dead zombie's rotting-flesh was also pale-white, with rotting teeth covered in black ooze. The irises of her zombified-eyes shined a dead yellow, and her ratty-hair of long straight blond hair blew eerily. The third zombie was of their son, who wandered eerily into the motel room, still dressed in his white t-shirt, brown jeans, and brown loafers. His dead skin was very pale, and his eyes were pupil less and solid-black. The living dead boy also had: huge black circles around his dead eyes, and a chocolate-colored ooze on his chin. A white cloth was wrapped around and over his head, over his straight blonde hair. 
The zombie of the hippie guy stepped in front of the criminal in his brown loafers, and gripped the criminal's throat. As the criminal writhed back and forth, he was choked. The zombies of the hippie woman and of the boy slowly stepped around the criminal and laughed in whispery-voices. The living-dead hippie guy also laughed in an eerie whispery-voice. The criminal was killed and the zombie of the hippie man let go of the dead body's throat, causing it to fall to the floor. The living dead zombies of the family all laughed together eerily in their whispery-voices and slowly wandered out of the motel. 
Talk about ROOM SERVICE eh, boys and girls? Or should that be DOOM SERVICE for the criminal? Ha-Ha-Ha, AT BEAST he SLAYED IN GHOUL for the motel-room!