THE MILK-MAN

Welcome FIENDS to EERIE-ISSUE FORTY-ONE OF CREEPS CASTLE, with me, CREEPS OF CORPSE heh-heh-heh.  Now that you're FEAR, let me just FINGER THROUGH WITH A SEVERED HUMAN-FINGER my FRIGHTENING-FILE OF FABLES hee-hee!  Ah, this one's about the OLD SLAYS of when the milk-man WALKED from GORE TO GORE ha-ha...
Down in Georgia, a boy was sitting on the swing on his front porch, one morning in May, 1952.  He played: Oh, Susannah! on his harmonica and watched the milk-man approach his home.  The milk-man kept his head down and his hat over part of his face except for his nose and mouth.  "Howdy and good mornin' there, William" the milk-man said to the boy, handing him three bottles of milk from his container.  "Howdy and good mornin' to you sir.  Y'all have a long walk today?" William wondered, asking the milk-man.  "Oh, yes m'boy.  A pretty long one.  Y'all have a nice day son" he answered, smiling and walked on.  "Say, thanks, you too sir" William called to him.  
That evening, William was downstairs in his bedroom, glancing out his open-window, when he noticed the milk-man returning to his front porch, where the empty milk bottles sat.  The milk-man removed his white, black-rimmed-cap and a look of shock crossed William's face.  He jumped into his bed and sunk his head into his pillow, gasping and frightened.  The next morning, William found three bottles of milk on his porch, but the milk was a green-color.  He gathered it up and brought the milk into the kitchen, where a man drank a bottle of Jim Beam Whiskey, sitting at the table.  
"What in tarnation is wrong with that milk William m'boy?" the man asked.  "I don't know Pap.  There is something wrong with the milk-man though.  I saw him come last night" he explained to his dad.  William's dad poured some of the green milk into a glass and it was slimy.  "Disgustin', I will talk with him now" William's dad said and took off out the front door.  He spotted the milk-man walking up the neighborhood in his white uniform and black bow tie.  He caught up with him.  "Pardon me sir I--" he proclaimed, and stopped speaking and walking, seeing the milk-man turn around.  He removed his cap and his face was that of a monster's.  The milk-man's right eye was huge with a weird-shaped pupil, his left eye small and sunken-in, deep into the socket.  
He was bald and his nose was way long and pointy.  His teeth were sharpened, jagged and pointy.  "Yes, how may I help y'all sir?" the gray-skinned monster asked with a growl.  
Ha-Ha-Ha, that monster just MILKED IT in the end eh, kiddies?  Both William and his dad SCREAMED to HAVE A COW when they saw what the old milk-man looked like.  Oh well, the milk-man knew he had to FACE IT sooner or later aha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!