The Bride

Oh, hello Kiddies.  I, CREEPS, see that you're all here for tonight's SCARE-A-MONY eh! heh-heh.  This SHRIEK'S STORY is about a blushing-bride, who isn't what her groom will EX-SPECTER to be ha-ha.  I call it...
A groom drove a car to a motel one Spring-evening back in 1949 with his bride.  The motel was somewhere out in some backwoods of Pennsylvania, and the groom carried his bride over the threshold, into the place.  Later on, the brand new husband and wife were in bed together.  "I love you Melissa!" the husband told her, smoking a cigar.  "Awe, I love you too, Fred" Melissa replied and they kissed.  Fred put out his cigar in the ashtray and he and Melissa turned out the lamps, going to sleep. Sometime during the night, Fred stirred and woke up.  He glanced over at Melissa, seeing her skin was extremely pale and a snow-white, and that her eyes were gone.  Melissa was just lying in bed in her wedding-gown and veil, with her two huge, black-eye sockets staring straight up.  Fred screamed in horror and his bride turned her dead-neck with a sickening-crack of bones to face him.  "Fred Sweetheart, I was afraid you would find out that I am a ghost!" Melissa spoke, with her now black-lips, showing her husband teeth of decayed, rotted-yellow.  The phantom of the bride touched and caressed Fred's face with her decaying-dead-hands and kissed his lips with her cold, dead-ones.
Well, it looks like Fred and Melissa will have quite a HAPPY SCARRIAGE eh, boys and girls?  I mean Melissa did get INTO THE SPIRIT when she tossed the BOOQUET.  He-Hee-Hee, at least when they go out dancing together, Fred will know why Melissa is DEAD ON HER FEET ahahahahaha!