The Zyphor

Hee-Hee, greetings, kiddies.  I'm currently working on my golf practice!  It's real easy once you GET THE SWING OF IT.  Interested?  Good, we could use you kiddies, as new members of our CLUB HEE-HEE-HEE!  You might also be interested in tonight's tale...
A young man pulled up to a motel, out, in the countryside of southwestern-Illinois, in a blue Chevy one night in June, 1968.  A young lady was beside him in the passenger's seat.  On the car-radio, The Byrds sang: "Mr. Tambourine Man".  The young man turned the car-radio off and the Chevy too.  He and the young lady got out.  "This is it Molly" the young man said to the young lady.  "Looks nice Pat!" Molly replied, looking at the motel.  "Yes it does" Pat agreed and Molly kissed his cheek.  Pat and Molly went inside the motel, together.  A minute later, Pat unlocked a door in the motel, opening it and he followed Molly into the room.  "It is nice in here" Molly said.  "Yes it is far out babe!" Pat answered her, agreeing. Later that night, as the slept in bed, Pat awoke, the bathroom-light on.  He checked it out and discovered a creature sitting in green slime in the bathtub.  Its flesh was black, its ears were pointed and the thing was bald.  It scraped the side of the tub, with razor-like claws of black on its long, twisted-fingers.  As the monster stared at him with glowing-white eyes, it screeched in a high-pitch at Pat, showing red-fangs, twisted and long.  It clawed a message into the side of the tub, in green-slime, then disappeared.  Pat gazed at the message terrified and speechless, drinking a bottle of wine.  It read: "I AM THE ZYPHOR!  YOU SHALL NEVER FORGET ME!". 
I guess Pat and Molly found that motel to stay in at the right SLIME eh, kiddies?  My GOLFING SKULLS have improved by the way.  All I have to do is swing and shout GORE the HOLE time.  It's a rather easy game of COARSE Ha-Ha-Ha!