Feast Of Fear

Well, hia, BOYS AND GHOULS! I was just fixing a GHOSTED CHEESE SANDWICH and a bowl of TOMA-TOE SOUP heh-heh-heh! But FEAR’S a TASTY-TALE for you about a…
On an evening back in Autumn of 1971, up, in northern-New York City, a man was walking across a street, passed taxi cabs. He walked to a hot dog cart with a sign reading: "HOTDOGS 30 CENTS" up, above it in red capital-letters. Hippies walked passed him on the sidewalk as he stood behind the cart and smiled at them. A guy who was a hippie walked over to him and got his wallet out of his jacket-pocket. "Hey, man, I'll take a hotdog with all the condiments please!" he said to the guy. "Sure, man, comin' right up!" the guy replied. He made him a hotdog with all the toppings he had and handed it to the hippie. The hippie handed him 30 cents. "Thanks man" the hippie guy said to him with a smile. "Sure man thank you" the guy replied with a grinning-face and the hippie walked off, taking a bite out of his hotdog. Two punks walked over to the guy's hotdog cart and one of them pulled a switch-blade-knife out of his coat-pocket in the shadows. "Hey, mack, how about a couple of hotdogs" he asked the guy. "Sure buddy" the guy replied. As he was making a hotdog, the punk stepped around the hotdog cart and stabbed the vendor in the shadows with his knife suddenly. The hotdog vendor coughed and had wide-eyes, in shock and pain, dropping the hotdog and leaning forward, as the punk put his other hand around him. The punk pulled his knife out of the guy in the shadows and stepped back, as the hotdog vendor fell to the ground, dead then. 
"Let's get outta here, Rex" the punk who had murdered the hotdog vendor said to the other punk and grabbed the hotdog cart. "Right Joe!" Rex replied to him and ran off, as Joe pushed the hotdog cart away, following Rex. During the night, Joe and Rex both made hotdogs, as a group of hippies in line outside of an apartment-building. The hippie lady at the front of the line, gave Joe 30 cents and Rex gave her a hotdog. During that night, the punks walked into the apartment building, with a paper taped over the "30 CENTS" on the hotdog sign, reading: "1.00" in red. Joe and Rex walked down the hallway and to a door. Rex unlocked the door and opened it then, with him and Joe going into the apartment. Joe held two wads of money and smiled at Rex. Rex turned on a record-player with a record of "Bang A Gong (Get It On)” By T. Rex on it, and the song played. "I love this song man, 'cause the guy has my name" Rex said to Joe. "Yeah, man, I know ya do. And now we are makin' cash chargin' more money for hotdogs, than that jerk did" Joe replied and tossed the two wads of cash on their couch. Meanwhile, the living-dead zombie of the hotdog vendor slowly stepped along the sidewalk in his red bellbottoms, and black loafers. As his long, straight blonde hair blew in the cool wind, black slime oozed over his eyes, and out of his mouth, as he walked slowly in his navy blue jeans-jacket with white long-sleeves, silver buttons and blue and white-striped-cuffs on it. The zombie of the hotdog vendor moaned in a high-pitched-tone in his black knit-cap, as he slowly stepped closer to Joe and Rex's apartment building. The sickening-yellow-skinned-zombie reached the door and grabbed the knob with his shaking-dead-hand, now with black fingernails. 
The punks were standing in their kitchen together and they both drank bottles of Jack Daniel's Whiskey. Meanwhile, the zombie of the hotdog vendor slowly stepped down the hall, moaning in his high-pitched-tone, as more black slime oozed over his eyes and out of his mouth. The zombie in the navy blue jeans jacket with the blue and white-striped-cuffs, collar and fabric lining the bottom of it, reached Joe and Rex's front door, moaning eerily, and grabbed their doorknob with his sickening-yellow-hand, with black fingernails. The punks sat on their sofa, with a wad of money in each of their laps, drinking their liquor. Suddenly, their front door opened and in slowly stepped the dead hotdog vendor, moaning eerily in his high-pitched tone. Rex and Joe both screamed immediately, seeing the zombie. Rex jumped up, ran over to the dead man, and smashed his bottle of whiskey on the zombie's head. The living dead hotdog vendor still walked forward and as he gripped Rex's throat with his sickening-yellow-dead-hands, more black slime oozed out of his stab-wound and hole in his jeans-jacket. The zombie choked Rex, killing him then, and dropping his dead body on the floor. Joe screamed again in horror and ran into his kitchen then. He grabbed a cleaver out of the knife-holder on the kitchen counter by the sink and held it, trembling in fear. The zombie stepped into the kitchen, slime oozing over his eyes, out of his mouth and out of his stab-wound and jacket-hole. When the long-haired-zombie got to the punk, Joe swung the meat cleaver at the dead man's head, but the zombie ducked quickly, causing Joe to miss him. The zombie then quickly gripped Joe's wrists with both of his dead hands, and then let go of Joe's one wrist, as he gasped in pain, clutching the cleaver, and pulling it out of Joe's hand. 
The living dead hotdog vendor kicked the punk in his leg, causing Joe to scream in pain, then as he bent over, the zombie let go of Joe's other wrist and shoved him quickly to the floor. As the zombie rose the meat cleaver in the air and lowered it then, as the screams of Joe were heard, along with the sounds of the cleaver slicing flesh. The following morning, the zombie of the hotdog vendor was outside within an alley with his hotdog cart, standing with his jeans-jacket unbuttoned, now showing his white shirt. The sign hanging up, above his hotdog cart now read: "HUMAN HOTDOGS, NOT FOR SALE!" on it in red capital-letters. As the living dead man had his hands in the cart, he looked up, with his long straight blonde hair blowing in the wind, with yet more black slime oozing over his eyes and out of his mouth, along with beige slime running out of his black knit-cap.
Ha-Ha-Ha, well, FRIGHT FRANK-LY, the zombie of the hotdog vendor had to KETCHUP on his MEN-U that SLAY heh-heh! He won't be CARTING those hotdogs around though. He sure made a CLEAN CUT that night before with Joe eh, kiddies? Aha-ha-ha-ha-ha.