The Hollow

Hee-Hee, Good evening kiddies.  I, CREEPS, am just PRE-SCARING your beds for TO-FRIGHT in my CASTLE OF CALAMITY!  There we are.  I hope you'll be nice and cozy in DEAD with these SKELETONS heh-heh.  Well, I have all of you COVERED with a tale that will catch you HEAD ON, called...
A young girl walked down, into a hollow in northern-Kentucky, on a night way back in 1881.  She wandered in the dark with her lit-lantern and heard some old man singing "My Old Kentucky Home" gently.  "Hello?" the girl called out, but the singing continued.  The child glared all over the hollow, not seeing anyone in sight.  The singing of the old man was now closer, as she got deeper into the hollow, among the shadowy-trees, hearing the sounds of crickets behind the mysterious singing.  "Hello?" the kid called once again, and a human-head came flying out of the blackness before her. It landed beside her and she gazed down, at its white beard and rolling-eyes.  The bald head gazed up, at the girl and it was the one singing in the old man's voice.  Before she could gasp or scream, a zombified-body approached her, dressed in rags, with yellow, dead-flesh splitting and peeling.  Green ooze seeped out of the splitting-skin.  The girl screamed and ran into a lit-cabin.  The zombie picked up its head, and the head stopped singing as the zombie let it drink from a bottle of Jim Beam Whiskey.  The zombie carried its head onward, through the darkened-hollow. 
Well, the zombie got the ball...or HEAD ROLLING ha-ha.  Of CORPSE, he did seem a bit ROTTEN to the girl.  But in the end, the zombie did get HEADED OFF AT THE PASS aha-ha-ha-ha-ha!