MARY

Heh-Heh-Heh, come in, boys and girls, to my CASTLE once more, and settle in for a TANTALIZING-TALE OF FANGTASTIC-FEAR!  I call this MORBID-MEASUREMENT...
A thief drove through the countryside somewhere in Nebraska, one late-afternoon back in 1968.  A police car with two policemen in it, drove after him in a chase.  "Darn it, the Man's on my tail now for that robbery!" the thief said, looking into his review-mirror, as The Beatles sang, Revolution, on the Chevy-radio.  He drank a bottle of Jim Beam Whiskey, as he drove fast.  The cop in the passenger's seat shot out of his car-window, blowing out the back tire of the crook's Chevy, with his gun.  The thief yelled, as his car sped from the road, wrecking into a wheat-field, as he jerked at the wheel. The Chevy crashed on its side and the crook fell unconscious.  A couple moments went by, until someone got the car open and grabbed him.  It was a young lady, and she quickly carried him off, on her shoulders.  That evening, the crook woke up in the bed of a farmhouse.  "Where am I hello?" he called out and the young woman rushed into the room.  "Oh, hello, sir.  My name is Mary.  You were in a little wreck and I got to you just in time!" the klady explained, introducing herself to him.  "Oh, uh, thank you ma'am.  I am Ed" the thief replied, introducing himself and began coughing.  Mary gave him a glass of water.  Ed drank some of it and handed it back to her.  "Thanks.  Is this your home I take it Mary?" he asked.  "Yes Ed it is" she answered.  "Please spend the evening and I will call a doctor in the morning!" Mary said, invitingly.  "Thank you" Ed replied, rubbing his head. An hour later, Ed was sound asleep and Mary quietly came in.  She now had: no pupils in her eyes, her long, dark and straight-hair surrounded her pale-white flesh.  Her pale-skin had cracks within it.  She stood beside Ed in her red dress and peeled back her red lips, revealing fangs.  Mary hissed, waking Ed.  He gazed up, at the vampire, screaming over and over, trying to get up.  The monster sunk its fangs deep, into his throbbing and quivering throat.  Mary ended Ed's screams killing him, as she ripped and tore at his flesh, hissing louder and louder in the night.  
Well, that was a DIE-BOLICAL BIT OF TERROR eh, Kiddies?  Hee-Hee!  I guess for Ol' Ed, that really BITES eh?  Ha-Ha-Ha-Ha!