The Plant-Man

Ha-Ha, greetings, kiddies!  Your old, pal, CREEPS, is tending to a little garden, outside my CASTLE.  I have quite the SEVERED-GREEN THUMB.  Now, among the CROAKUSES and DERANGE-IUMS, I've PLANTED tonight's story of GORE-AL!  
Back in August, 1937, a hillbilly farmer stood in his garden, picking tomatoes, on his farm in northern-Tennessee.  It was early in the evening and he said to himself, "Boy, Farmer Ernie Grayson, y'all got one fine tomato garden!".  Farmer Ernie Grayson walked out of his garden, with a basket of ripe tomatoes in hand, going into his small farmhouse.  He set the basket of tomatoes in the kitchen, in his ice-box and went into the front room.  Farmer Ernie Grayson took a seat on the couch and turned on his table-side radio.  A man sang, "Oh, Susannah!" on it.  All of a sudden, there was a noise down, in the cellar.  Farmer Ernie Grayson got up, grabbing his shotgun and quietly opened the cellar-door.  "Someone down there?  Y'all are trespassin' in Farmer Ernie Grayson's farmhouse.  That's me!" he shouted and slowly went down, into the cellar.  He heard a low-pitched gurgling of something in the darkness, moving around.  Farmer Ernie Grayson fired his shotgun.  The low-pitched gurgling became louder and he ran upstairs.  A weed-creature sprinted up the cellar-stairs, standing over six-feet tall before Farmer Ernie Grayson.  The monster was entirely green and was extremely plant-like.  Farmer Ernie Grayson screamed in fear, gazing into the thing's purple-eyes.  It grabbed the one end of the shotgun.  Farmer Ernie Grayson fainted.  He woke up, immediately looking around, not seeing the monster anywhere.  He got to his feet.  "Y'all need a stiff drink, Farmer Ernie Grayson, yes sir!" he said to himself, going into his kitchen and pulling a bottle of Jack Daniel's Whiskey out of his ice-box.  He swigged half of the whiskey down and sighed.  "That's better eh" he exclaimed.  Just then, he saw on the kitchen-wall, written in capital, green-slime-letters: "I AM KNOWN AS THE PLANT-MAN!  I AM AN ALIEN-MONSTER, WHOM HAS VISITED YOU!!".  
Hee-Hee, well, did that FEAR-FABLE GROW ON YOU kiddies?  I bet old Farmer Ernie Grayson wasn't PLANTING ON IT, to have that visit, eh? Ha-Ha-Ha-Ha!  Until next issue, still count on my magazines to be DIRT-CHEAP!