The Matriarch

Heh-Heh-Heh-Heh, welcome BOYS AND GHOULS!  I, your PHARMACIST OF FEAR CREEPS, has got quite a PUTRID PRESCRIPTION for you that I personally KILLED...oh, I mean filled.  This MEDICINE OF MADNESS is labeled...
"Great-Grandmother Lillian shall be here exactly at four-thirty sharp.  She always arrives at that time" an old lady told a teenage girl in a dining room, over in England somewhere.  It was back in the Autumn of 1950, and the teenage girl said back, "yes Grandmother, she is your Mother and I have never even met her before."  "She is the matriarch of our Family my dear sweet Katherine.  She is very nice indeed" the old woman added to her.  Katherine saw the grandfather-clock.  It was "2:30 p.m.".  
When the grandfather-clock read "4:30 p.m.", there was a car that squeaked to a halt in front of a cottage.  In it, a decaying-zombie of a really old elderly woman got out of the driver's seat.  The corpse in a white dress, moved gradually towards the house with its long gray hair blowing in the breeze.  Her rotting-flesh was solid-black and her decaying-eyes shinied-grey through her glasses.  "Ah, Great-Grandmother Lillian has arrived, Katherine dear.  And the rumor about my Mother is that someone stole her wedding necklace just a week ago that your Great-Grandfather had given to her on their wedding day.  Today just so happens to be the anniversary of their wedding" Katherine's grandmother explained.  Meanwhile, a maid drank a glass of wine in the parlor and a pair of decaying-black-hands clutched her throat, as worms crawled all over them.  
The maid spilled her wine, gasping for air in terror.  The zombie of Great-Grandmother Lillian had ahold of the maid's neck.  "You stole my wedding necklace and killed me ma'am!" the zombie croaked in a distorted-voice, as maggots spilled from her rotting-mouth.  The maid was choked to death and the zombie got her wedding necklace of solid silver from in the pocket of the dress of the maid's body.  Five minutes later, Katherine went outside to her great-grandmother's car and screamed at what she observed.  The zombie of Great-Grandmother Lillian sat at the steering-wheel, her rotting-eyes still shinng-grey.  The zombie smoked a cigar and on the hood of the car, was the skull of the maid with her hair still on it.  
Well, the murderous maid sure MAID A PRETTY HOOD GORE-DAMENT right, Kiddies?  That sure gives a BOO-TIFUL addition to Great-Grandmother Lillian's car.  She must use a lot of MA-SCARE-RA, even though she's quite ROTTEN ALL OVER hee-hee-hee-hee