The Apple Cabin

Welcome FIENDS to my CASTLE.  I've turned it into a nice little DEAD AND BREAKFAST heh-heh-heh-heh.  Our Continental Breakfast always comes with my personal favorite: FRENCH GHOST, and you only have to pay a SEVERED-ARM AND LEG for one SHRIEK here aha-ha-ha-ha-ha!  There's a free welcoming present tonight that has to do with some kids who get lost in the woods, and have to find help at...
Back in the October of 1913, up, in the state of New York, a young boy and an older girl wandered in the woods together one evening.  "Goodness, Peter, I do believe we are lost, Brother!" the girl said to the boy.  "Mama and Papa might be worried about us Henrietta" Peter replied to her.  Henrietta took Peter's hand and walked onto a path which led them to a cabin.  Henrietta knocked on the cabin-door and a person wearing a white cloak and hood with their head down answered it.  "Why, hello there Children.  How do you do?" the person said to Henrietta and Peter, asking in an old man's voice.  "Hello sir.  My young Brother here and I have gotten lost" Henrietta answered him.  "Oh, I am so sorry my Child.  Come in and I shall help you two" the old man replied, inviting them.  "Thank you sir" she and Peter said, going into his cabin.  A few minutes went by and Henrietta hung up the old man's telephone on his desk.  "Thank you for letting me call our Parents to come get us sir" she thanked him.  "You are welcome, Henrietta dear.  Have some fresh apple cider in my apple cabin here.  You and your Brother Peter" he replied, still hanging his head down as he sat in his chair behind his desk.  "Thank you Mr. Harris" Henrietta and Peter thanked him.  Mr. Harris got up from his chair, turned and rose his head up.  He slowly walked into his kitchen.  
"You kids like riddles?" Mr. Harris asked them from out, in the kitchen.  "Yes sir" Henrietta answered.  "Oh good.  I happen to have a fun riddle for the both of you" he said from the kitchen.  Mr. Harris brought two glasses of apple cider  into his living-room and handed Henrietta and Peter each one.  He still mysteriously had his head down.  "Thank you, Mr. Harris" they told him.  He went back into his kitchen, returning with a bottle of Jim Beam Whiskey.  Mr. Harris turned around from the children, rose his head and took a swig of whiskey.  "My riddle is, what can you bury that will not stay buried?" he inquired of them, asking.  "What can you bury that will not stay buried?  That is a difficult riddle sir" Henrietta responded.  "Well, if your Mother and Father do not arrive before 9:00 this evening, you will find out what the answer is Henrietta dear" Mr. Harris told her, still having his back turned to her and her brother.  Henrietta and Peter drank their glasses of apple cider and he drank the rest of his whiskey.  "I have sold apples from my cabin here for years kids.  That is why I call my home here The Apple Cabin.  I also sell apple pie and apple cider as well" Mr. Harris explained.  A grandfather clock in the living room read "8:40 p.m." then.  "It is almost time to find out the answer to my riddle Peter and Henrietta!" Mr. Harris told them, still with his back to them and he walked into his kitchen.  
"What can you bury that will not stay buried?" Peter said, wondering.  Fifteen minutes later, he went outside with a lit-lantern, going a few ways away from The Apple Cabin on the path.  Peter shined the lantern on a stone that was a couple feet away from the path and gasped in surprised fear.  The boy ran back into The Apple Cabin then.  "Henrietta, when I went outside to watch for Mama and Papa, I found a stone!" he explained, rambling on about to her.  "Oh yes.  You found a tombstone, Peter.  My tombstone!  It is the answer to my riddle.  What can you bury that will not stay buried?  Why, me of course" Mr. Harris called out from in his kitchen.  He walked out, into his living room now holding his white hooded-cloak over his arm.  Mr. Harris was a living-dead zombie, having: dead, yellow rotting flesh, long, straight and ratty white hair, a toothless rotting mouth, and no eyes.  The children peered in horror into his rotting black eye-sockets, his wrinkly-dead-skin of a yellow color drooping and dangling.  The zombie of Mr. Harris lurched towards Peter and Henrietta in his navy blue vest, white collared-shirt, brown dress pants and brown dress shoes.  The grandfather clock chimed: "9:00p.m." and the zombie made his way outside.  Henrietta and Peter ran off on the path then, and a car with a man and woman in it arrived.  "Mama and Papa!!" Peter screamed out, running with his sister to the automobile.  As the car drove off with Henrietta and Peter in the backseat, Peter glanced back, seeing the zombie of Mr. Harris climbing into his grave.  The zombie seemed to spot the boy even with its eye sockets, and it waved at him.  
Well, that was a bit of a GRAVE ENDING eh, girls and boys?  Old Mr. Harris did ALROT with his riddle ha-ha.  He sure got to the CORE with his drinks for Henrietta and Peter...APPLE CORE that is hee-hee-hee-hee!  By the way, we have interesting GHOST CARDS here for you to FRIGHT to your FIENDS and Family on, during your stay at our DEAD AND BREAKFAST.  I hope you all find it better than your typical ROADSIDE MOAN-TEL heh-heh-heh-heh-heh!