"Let's Finish The Game!"

Hia BOILS AND GHOULS, I was just playing a game of CONNECT GORE with my BEST FIENDS.  Heh-Heh, that's FRIGHT, I, CREEPS, enjoy all sorts of board games, including the ones from KILL-TON BRADLEY hee-hee-hee-hee-hee!  SHRIEKING OF GAMES, here's a NASTY-NUGGET about a player who still KEEPS HORROR I mean score in his game with his old FIEND I call...
It was a hot night up, in New York City, where an older man was in the kitchen of his apartment, pouring a glass of Ripple from a bottle by his sink back in 1969.  Davy Jones And The Monkees were singing "Daydream Believer" on the radio in his front room, and the doorbell rang.  The guy answered the door and a person in a green bowler derby was on the stoop.  "Evenin', Jacob, it's me, Neil" the person said to the older man.  "Neil?  I haven't seen or heard from you in two years m'friend.  Come on in what a surprise!" Jacob responded, surprised.  "Thank you my Friend" Neil added and walked on in.  Neil kept his brown gloved-hands over his face and Jacob made it to the chess table in the front room.  
"Take a seat at your old spot at my Chess table Neil and I'll get you a drink" Jacob told him.  "Thanks Jacob.  We didn't conclude our match I remember" Neil put it and took a chair by the Chess board.  "Yes, I remember now" Jacob remembered and poured Neil a glass of Ripple from the bottle in the kitchen.  "Let's finish the game!" Neil remarked.  "Ok, here's some Ripple!" Jacob spoke, handing him his glass.  "Thank you" Neil remarked.  "What's a wrong with your face eh?" Jacob wondered of him.  "Ah, you're going to scream in horror my Friend.  Please, dim the light" he insisted.  "Oh, well, alright then" Jacob agreed, as The Byrds sang "Turn! Turn! Turn!" on the radio.  Neil's face was in the shadows when Jacob dimmed the lamp.  They played Chess and drank their Ripple.  
Fourteen minutes went by, and Jacob muttered to Neil, "congratulations you won Neil".  "Thank you, Jacob.  Not too shabby yourself!" he thanked him.  "Here, I'll turn my radio back on to celebrate ha-ha" Jacob laughed.  "I am hot in these gloves and I should reveal to you that I am dead.  I have been for two years, Jacob.  I wished to complete our Chess match!" Neil revealed.  "What?!?" Jacob asked, confused.  He brightened his lamp as his friend took off his gloves and cracked his boney-hands.  Neil's face was that of a skeleton's, all rotting and void of flesh.  Maggots coated his black overcoat, as worms wiggled and crawled out of his decayed-nose-hole.  
It looks like Neil just had SKELETONS OF FUN with Jacob eh, kiddies?  He didn't let a GRAVE SITUATION keep him and his friend from finishing their Chess game ha-ha-ha.