Bucket-Head

Welcome Kiddies! I have a TALE OF TERROR that's really BEYOND THE PAIL ha-ha-ha-ha-ha. It concerns a girl who's given the nickname...
Back in the June of 1965, a young girl with a deformed face ran to a pond out, in the wilderness of Oregon one day. She stopped running on the shore of the pond and heard some boys laughing in the distance behind her, causing her to turn around and gasp in fright. Three teenage boys ran to her, laughing away. "Please, guys, don't hurt me!!" the girl begged, saying to them. "Hear that Percy. Our ugly Cousin Martha wants us to not hurt her" one teenager said to a second one. "Yep, I heard her, Charlie. Did you Leonard?" Percy responded to him, then asked the third one. "Yeah, Percy, I did" Leonard said to him. Charlie, Percy and Leonard surrounded their Cousin Martha and Percy grabbed her arms and Charlie put a bucket over her head then. "Hey, Charlie!" Martha shouted and Charlie laughed at her. "Bucket-Head! Bucket-Head! Martha is a Bucket-Head!" Charlie, Leonard and Percy all said, laughing. "Keep it on, Martha to cover your hideous face!" Leonard said to her meanly. The bucket had two black dots and a long black line drawn on it in marker, making a face. As Martha struggled to get out of Percy's grasp, all three of them pushed her into the pond and she screamed. Her cousins grabbed her when she blindly clutched the shore, and they pushed her down, under the water, until she drowned to death. 
Meanwhile, two couples were outside of a cabin within the woods together. The women were admiring a bed of roses at the front of the place, as the men were smoking cigarettes together. One of the women was a hippie and she said to the second woman: "groovy roses aren't they Elizabeth?". "Yes they are gorgeous, Cynthia" Elizabeth responded to her, agreeing. Cynthia walked over to one of the men who was also a hippie and hugged him. "Our Family Cabin is filled with groovy vibes Phil" Cynthia said to him. "It's far-out honey" Phil said, agreeing with her. He put his cigarette into his mouth and hugged her back then. "Mom and Dad are on their way here!" Elizabeth said to Cynthia and Phil, walking over to them and the second man. "Groovy Sister" Cynthia told her and smiled. Elizabeth kissed the second man on his cheek. "Harry, is the barbecue ready yet dear?" Elizabeth asked him. "Yes honey. I just hope our Boys get along with Martha out by the pond" Harry replied. "Oh, so do I Harry" she replied, agreeing. Suddenly, Percy, Charlie and Leonard came running as fast as they could to Elizabeth and Harry. "MOM, DAD, AUNT CYNTHIA, UNCLE PHIL, SOMETHING HAPPENED!" they shouted to Elizabeth, Harry, Cynthia and Phil. 
Ten years later, three men were standing outside the cabin together, drinking bottles of Jack Daniel's Whiskey one night. "Ten years Charlie. It's been ten years now since we murdered our eight year old Cousin Martha" one of the men said to a second one. "Yep, Leonard, it has!" Charlie responded to him. "Yeah, we three Brothers got away with drowning that little brat. Mom, Dad, Aunt Cynthia, Uncle Phil and Grandma and Grandpa never knew a thing either" the third guy said to them. "You bet Percy" Leonard said to him, swigging down more whiskey then. They took a walk back to the pond and finished their bottles of whiskey. It started to storm and a lone white bucket floated to the edge of the pond where Charlie, Leonard and Percy stood beside. As Percy and Leonard ran through the pouring-rain, Charlie grabbed the white bucket. He saw that it had the same face drawn on it with the two dots for eyes and the long line for a mouth, except that it was drawn in green slime. Charlie gasped in fear, dropped the pail in the water and ran.
Leonard, Charlie and Percy sat down on a couch within the cabin. Sanford And Son came on the t.v. and Charlie lit a cigarette, smoked and sighed. Lightning flashed outside and the t.v. went out as thunder sounded. "Ah, great, Sanford And Son was starting!" Leonard said. Charlie looked out a window and saw the white bucket with the face drawn in green slime on it. He screamed in surprised-fright and his brothers put their arms around his shoulders. "Whoa, Charlie, calm down man. What is it?" Leonard and Percy asked him. "There's somebody outside fellas!!" he responded and pointed to the window. The person wearing the bucket on their head moved to the side away from the cabin-window in the rain. "It's some psycho!" Percy said and picked up a shotgun from on the coffee table, going to the door. Percy slowly opened the cabin-door a crack and poked the ends of the shotgun outside. The door flew all the way open suddenly from a skeletal-hand pushing it, and it was the zombie of Martha, with the bucket on her head. She stood in her old white dress, with her rotting-boney-feet in rain puddles. Percy screamed in horror, firing the shotgun, but the bullet did not have any effect on the short skeleton of Martha. She giggled in her little girl voice with a bullet-hole within her dress and stepped into the cabin as thunder sounded. Her cousins all screamed. Charlie and Leonard jumping to their feet from the couch. The living dead zombie of Martha giggled more and more as she came closer to Percy, as her boney-joints cracked. Percy fired the shotgun a second time at her, but it again, had no effect. Martha took the bucket off her head, revealing her rotting-skull, her jawbone dropping-open as she laughed, maggots and worms spilling out of her boney-mouth. She grabbed the shotgun and pulled it out of Percy's hands, dropping the weapon on the cabin-floor. He screamed in terror and ran, along with Leonard and Charlie. Percy tripped over an empty Jack Daniel's Whiskey bottle on the floor, falling down. Martha's zombie attacked him, giggling away, grabbing his neck with her boney-hands. He screamed, as she cannibalistically-bit his ear.
Both Charlie and Leonard ran out of the kitchen, screaming with wide-eyes of horror, as the sounds of eating were heard among Percy's screams. Percy's screams stopped and Charlie and Leonard ran out of the cabin, into the thunderstorm and got into a truck. "MARTHA CAME BACK FROM THE DEAD AS A ZOMBIE AND IS EATING PERCY!!!!" Charlie screamed at Leonard. "YEAH, CHARLIE, PERCY IS DEAD! SHE'S BECOME A CANNIBAL TOO!" Leonard responded, screaming back. "YEAH, LEONARD, WE'RE GETTIN' OUTTA HERE RIGHT NOW!" Charlie screamed, terrified and started the truck. Charlie drove off through the woods and he and his brother calmed down, panting. As Charlie made a sharp turn, there was a big log across the road and he hit it too soon. Within the rain, Charlie and Leonard screamed, wrecking into a huge oak tree. The front of the truck was smashed in and the brothers were knocked out in their seats. When they came to, the driver's side door was open and the zombie of their cousin giggled, sitting on Charlie's lap. Martha's bit his face and Charlie started screaming. Leonard screamed too and the old skeleton's boney-hand hit him in his forehead with the white pail, knocking him back out. When the storm had ended, the zombie of Martha climbed out of the truck and the two skeletons of her cousins sat within it. The living-dead skeleton of Martha dropped the old white bucket with the drawn face on it in the mud and walked off, giggling away, as her bones sickeningly-cracked. 
That was sure not on the BUCKET LISTS OF MARTHA'S COUSINS eh? But she did have a BONE TO PICK WITH THEM aha-ha-ha-ha. Well, Kiddies, I hope you liked tonight's WATERED-DOWN TALE OF TERROR!