THE WITCHING HOUR

Hee-Hee-Hee!  There you all are kiddies.  Well, it's SLIME once more, for me to FRIGHT DOWN my grocery list heh-heh.  Let's see, a container of SOUR SCREAM, a bottle of FOUL-SMELLING SHAMPGOO, more SCARE-ROTS and HACK-A-RONI AND CHEESE!  Oh, here's one more EERIE-ITEM, tonight's story.  I entitle this one...
On an Autumn-night back in 1933, a teenage girl wandered along a path in the wilderness of Louisiana, where she saw a cottage.  The teenager stopped at the place, seeing that it was lit up and knocked.  The door was answered by an old lady, in a dark cloak and hood.  The old lady hid her face with her hood, and the darkness of the cottage beyond the light.  "Good evenin', miss, I am sorry to disturb y'all, but it's a long way home for me!" the teenage girl explained to the old woman.  
"Come on in dearie and stay the evening please" the old lady invited the girl.  "Really?  Why, thank you" she replied, smiling and followed the old woman inside.  "What had you been doing dearie?" the old lady asked her.  "Oh, I had journeyed to m'Grandparents home for sugar ma'am" she answered.  "Sit down dearie" the old lady told the teenager.  "Thank y'all miss" she replied, taking a chair by the lit-candles in the window.  She put down her sack and watched the old lady shuffle out of the room.  
A grandfather-clock in the room chimed: "3:00 a.m.".  The girl looked as the old woman returned, with someone.  "Ah, this is my Sister dearie!" the old woman said to the teenager.  The old woman's sister's face glowed a bright-white and her long hair of light-green blew, as the girl observed this ghost in a black and blue-striped hat and cloak.  "Hello dearie" the ghost spoke in a cackle to the girl.  The girl screamed, seeing the ghost was a witch.  "It 'tis The Witching Hour" the old woman exclaimed and began to cackle also.  The girl looked at her face now in the light and screamed more.  The old lady's face was a rotting-skull.  She was also a witch and the decaying-skeleton she was, cackled loudly and insanely.  
The ghost-witch and the witch-zombie started to seep slime of a white-color from out of their mouths.  It ran onto the cottage-floor and as the teenager tried to flee with her sack of sugar, she felt the clawing of the skeleton's rotting, boney-fingers kneading her neck.  The candles went out and the cackles grew louder in the dark.  The girl got the cottage-door open and ran as fast as she could up the path, as the cackling echoed through the woods.  
Well, I hope that teenage girl knew WITCH WAY TO GO ON THE PATH ha-ha-ha!  And to think, the witch-zombie was going to entertain her...WITH SKELETONS OF FUN hee-hee-hee-hee!