Beauty Pageant

Hia Kiddies, I was just getting my SCARE WASHED with my bottle of SEVERED-HEAD AND SHOULDERS SHAMBOO!  I'm getting ready for tonight's SWAR-SLAY, in a NASTY-NARCOTIC I call...
There was a woman who wandered up a street over in Chicago, Illinois, back on an evening in 1952.  She went into a bar and saw only two guys and the bartender inside.  She pulled a pistol out of her purse, aiming it at the bartender.  "Give me a shot of bourbon on the rocks and all the money you have mister now!" the woman ordered the bartender.  "Please ma'am, don't shoot.  Right away!!!!!" the bartender yelled, pleading and gave her the cash in the register.  
The criminal gathered it up in her purse and the bartender slid her a bourbon on the rocks.  She drank it and fled.  As the lady ran up the street, a shadowy-shape called out to her in a lady's voice from a building up ahead: "excuse me miss, I host an annual beauty pageant.  Would you care to enter?".  "Hello ma'am.  Hm, yes I would thank you" she answered her and followed her into the building.  
Three hours later, the robber came out of a room dressed in a swimsuit.  "Oh good Martha, you look lovely.  Right this way please!" the shadowy-woman said to her and Martha followed her to the stage.  A few minutes later, the shadowy-woman announced, "and the winner of this year's pageant is, Martha!!!".  The other ladies applauded for her.  "Wow, me?  Thank you very much, Mrs. Palmer ma'am!!!!" Martha exclaimed to the shadowy-woman.  Then, a light fell upon Mrs. Palmer and the women all screamed in terror.  Mrs. Palmer was a dead and decaying-corpse.  She being also a skeleton, gazed at Martha with a rotting-grin.  The ladies except for Martha ran out of the place, and the zombie cackled to her, "I absolutely love your beautiful young face and can use it" as it clawed with its decayed-fingers of bones at Martha's face in its old rags.  Martha screamed in horror.  
The next morning, Martha got out of a bed in old rags and went into a kitchen.  She poured a cup of tea.  But she tore her face off, pulling it on top of a decayed-skull, with boney-hands.  It wasn't Martha, but the living dead-Mrs. Palmer, with Martha's dead-face.  The skeleton sipped her tea and cackled as the cup shook in the zombie's boney-hand.  
Martha had to really FACE IT in the end eh?  Heh-Heh-Heh.  Mrs. Palmer knew how to GET UNDER HER SKIN in the end too.  She was a good GHOSTESS OF THE BOO-TY PAGEANT, being able to PULL IT OFF in the end aha-ha-ha-ha-ha!