Hidden In The Garage

Hello again, Kiddies.  You have caught your Old Pal, CREEPS, going TREASURE HAUNTING Ha-Ha-Ha-Ha!  Don't worry, I always glady SCARE the GHOULD I find with people.  I also DUG UP tonight's tale.  It's a TASTY-TIDBIT, about an OLD-SLIMER, who finds out where his elderly neighbor’s been lately.  
Back in 1950, in a neighborhood in Los Angeles, California, an elderly man walked out, onto his front porch one morning.  He looked over to the next-door house.  The elderly man drank a bottle of wine and went back inside his home.  "I haven't seen Christopher in two months straight, Jane" the elderly man said to an elderly lady walking up the front hallway.  "Oh, I hope he is alright, Douglas" Jane replied.  "So do I darling!" Douglas told her, kissing his wife on the cheek.  Later at noon, Douglas walked over to Christopher's house next-door, ringing the doorbell.  He waited for a minute and tried the door, finding it was unlocked and went inside.  "Christopher, it's Douglas.  Are you alright?" Douglas called out.  The front parlor was empty and quiet.  Douglas wandered through the parlor to the hall, where he opened a door.  It led into the garage.  "Hello, Christopher?" he called out in there.  Then, he saw somebody smoking a cigar in a chair by the car.  Douglas looked at the person in the chair.  "CHRISTOPHER???" he screamed in terror.  
In the chair smoking, sat a decaying corpse.  It sat in a light-blue bathrobe and slippers, with skin missing from the skull.  The eyes were missing and its gray-hair had grown very long.  The zombie of Christopher waved his boney-hands, that rotting, pale-white skin was peeling from.  "Hi Douglas, I have been in here this entire time.  I smoked to death two months ago!" the zombie of Christopher croaked in a hoarse-voice that was raspy and distorted.  
That was quite a BONE-NUS for Ol' Christopher wasn't it Kiddies?  I guess Ol' Douglas walked into that situation...DEAD FIRST!  HEE-HEE