Mr. Bear's Treehouse

A HORRIFYING-HELLO to you Kiddies! I, CREEPS, have a TERROR-TALE that is quite UN-BEAR-ABLE aha-ha! It’s called...
It was back in 1945, down in the backwoods of southern-Alabama, where two little girls stood in front of a huge weeping willow tree. There was a blue-painted-treehouse up, in it, and an insane Goofy-like laughter was heard from within the treehouse. “It’s Mr. Bear up there, Sally!” one little girl said to the other one. “Wow, does he live up in that treehouse Penny?” Sally asked her. “Yes, I met him one night ago and we had glasses of sweet iced tea” Penny said, answering. Just then, a figure that looked like somebody in a bear costume peeked out a window of the treehouse and gazed down at Sally and Penny. “Oh, howdy there Penny” the figure called down to her in a Goofy-like voice. “Howdy, Mr. Bear, this is my Sister Sally” she called up to them, responding. Sally waved up at Mr. Bear. “Hia Sally. You and y’all Sister Penny can come on up to my treehouse here for a fun afternoon” Mr. Bear said, inviting them both. “Howdy Mr. Bear!” Sally called up to him and she and Penny climbed up the ladder into Mr. Bear’s treehouse. Mr. Bear wore a white sweater with a black stripe around the neck of it, which contained a design that included strange white symbols and light brown hearts. He had: a furry, light-brown face, with a typical black bear-nose and eerie solid black eyes. 
“Hia girls. Ready to have some sweet ice tea and sing a song ha-ha?” Mr. Bear asked Penny and Sally in his Goofy-voice, chuckling. “Yes please, Mr. Bear” Penny and Sally replied with smiles. “Alright, and remember if you girls have anybody in your lives who is really mean to y’all, bring them here to me” Mr. Bear said to them. “Oh, alright, Mr. Bear sir. Our Pa is really mean to our Mama and us unfortunately. He hits us all the time” Sally said to him, frowning. Mr. Bear gave her and Penny each a hug then. That night, Sally and Penny ate plates of mashed potatoes and gravy along with corn on the cob, green beans and baked chicken at a kitchen-table within a cottage. A man and woman sat at the table with them, eating with them. The man took a swig from a bottle of Jim Beam Whiskey and looked at Sally. "Sally, were you and Penny wandering off into the backwoods once more today instead of doing your chores?" he asked her sternly. "Yes, Daddy, we came back and did all of them though. It was before we had to do them" she replied to him. "Dang it, girls, y'all have to stick around to do y'all chores! Is that clear?" Sally and Penny's dad shouted at them. "Dang it, Henry, they're little girls. It's alright if they go have some fun too!" the woman spoke to him. "Shut up, Edna, they both need a beatin' fer this" Henry shouted at her and slapped both Sally and Penny across their faces. They cried in pain. 
During the evening, the girls slept in a bed in an upstairs-bedroom of the cottage together. Their faces were bruised in the moonlight which shined through their open-window. Meanwhile, Henry was standing out, on the front porch, smoking a cigarette. To the west of the cottage, Mr. Bear's Goofy-like laughter was laughing eerily distantly. Henry looked over that direction hearing it. The next day, Penny and Sally raced outside together singing Little Brown Jug. Sally grabbed ahold of her sister's hands and the danced around and around singing the song. Suddenly, Penny's foot hit a can of paint lying in the driveway and it fell over, spilling deep-blue paint on the gravel. Their father came around from one side of the cottage and spotted the spill. He grabbed his daughters by their ponytails, stopping them. They cried out in pain. "WHO IN TARNATION MADE THAT MESS THERE??" Henry shouted at Penny and Sally. "Daddy, I did but it was an accident. I'm sorry" Penny cried to him. Henry slapped her across her face, causing her to scream then. 
He let go of Sally and Penny's pony-tails, and the girls ran for it. He chased after them. Henry got to Mr. Bear's treehouse in the distance to the west of their cottage and heard his daughters giggling up, within the treehouse of the weeping willow tree. Henry angrily climbed up the ladder and into the place. Mr. Bear stood in between the girls, staring at their dad with his creepy pure black eyes. Henry looked at the light-brown-furred-bear in the white sweater with the design of the strange white symbols and the light brown hearts on it, and the black stripe around the neck of it. He began laughing. Mr. Bear grew piercing-fangs of deep red and reached out, clutching his shoulders with deep-red claws. The bear-like monster that was Mr. Bear roared deeply and Henry's laughing turned to screaming then. The creature sunk its fangs into Henry's cheek, causing him to scream louder. The sisters hugged each other shutting their eyes, as the sounds of the roaring drowned out their abusive dad's screaming. From outside, the sounds of Mr. Bear's monster-roars and the tearing of flesh could be heard from within the treehouse. Six years later, Penny, Sally and Edna walked to Mr. Bear's treehouse together. "Mama, this is where Mr. Bear lived at. He ate Daddy he said" Penny explained to Edna. "Yes, I still think it was some cannibal, Penny sweetheart!" Edna replied. "Well, we're twelve years old now. Do y'all reckon Mr. Bear will remember us Penny?" Sally said to her, asking. "I reckon Mr. Bear would, Sally" she answered. Their mom climbed up the ladder and peeked up, into the treehouse carefully. It was abandoned. She climbed back down, leaving. Within the one shadowy-corner of Mr. Bear's treehouse, sat Henry's skeleton decaying. 
Aha-Ha-Ha-Ha, I guess Henry and Mr. Bear did have SKELETONS OF FUN too eh, Kiddies? When Henry arrived, it was SNACK TIME FOR MR. BEAR hee-hee-hee! MR. BEAR became MR. SCARE! But in the end there, it looked like Henry's skeleton was put in THE SLIME OUT CORNER heh-heh-heh-heh-heh.Mr. Bear