WIND-CHIMES

Come into my CASTLE kiddies, and see what I have COOKING IN MY CREEPY-CAULDRON this evening heh-heh!  Allow me, CREEPS, to STIR UP a DOSE OF FRIGHT TONIGHT, and SPIN this YELL-YARN that I call...
On an Autumn night back in 1893, a stage coach pulled up to an inn up, in New England.  The gentleman got out, going inside.  He rang the bell on the receptionist-desk and admired the chandeliers above.  Suddenly, a black-cloaked and hooded person emerged out of a back room.  They kept their face within the shadows, going behind the desk and standing.  "Good evening sir, may I help you?" the person asked the gentleman in a lady's voice.  "Good evening, miss, yes.  I need a room please" he replied.  "Oh, yes sir.  We have a splendid room with a lovely view!" she said.  
The man followed the woman into a room.  "I hope you find it charming sir" she said, still keeping her face within the shadows.  "Yes, it is quite lovely.  Thank you miss" the gentleman responded, smiling.  "You are quite welcome sir" she said and left.  In the night, the man was in bed, watching a set of wind-chimes up, above him.  
They dangled above him and when the gentleman pushed them, they made a low-chiming.  The woman was suddenly at the bedside, her face still hidden in within the darkness.  "These wind-chimes are what I guard.  They were from my Great-Grandmother given to me as a little girl sir" the lady exzplained.  The man gasped in surprise at her.  "Oh, my apologies for startling you sir.  Good night" she said and was gone at once.  
The gentleman gasped in fright and quickly shut his eyes.  In the night, the man slept and awoke to the sound of a strong wind outside.  He blinked quickly a few times, getting out of bed.  Looking out the window, the gentleman peered down at the lady.  She stood in the night and turned around with her face showing in the light of the moon.  The gentleman gasped at her skull-face, as her rotten-eye sockets caught his gaze.  The wind-chimes began chiming on the own.  
The gentleman ran out of the inn, and rode his stage coach away.  His horse passed the ghostly-zombie of the woman, as the skeleton waved a boney-hand at the man.  
That tale just BLEW ME AWAY girls and boys.  I know all of you think it just BLOWS as well hee-hee-hee.  Well, that guy seemed rather WINDED, when he got out of that place just in CHIME Ha-Ha-Ha-Ha