THE WHITE CAB

Oh, hi Kiddies.  I was just watching my HELL-E-VISION SET and GHOUL HOUSE is on.  THE SHRIEKEST LINK and LET'S MAKE A KILL are on later tonight hee-hee-hee.  But in the meantime, I have a story that'll surely DRIVE YOU CRAZY!  I call this one...
At dusk, an old man was sitting on a bench on the side of a road down in northern-Tennessee in spring of 1941.  The old man whistled, "Swanee River" and noticed a white cab driving towards him.  It pulled over by the bench and the taxi cab driver called to him: "good evening sir, would you like a ride somewhere perhaps?".  "Good evenin' sir.  Yes thank y'all I would very much" the old man answered.  He got into the cab and rode off with the driver.  The taxi cab driver wore sunglasses, a tan trench-coat and a light-brown hat, with a pair of tan gloves on.  "So, where would you care to go mister?" the driver askedthe elderly man.  "Oh, I seem to have lost my way home if y'all can believe it at m'age sir" he chuckled.  "I am sorry sir.  I can help you though.  My name is Rex" the taxi cab driver introduced himself to the elderly man as.  "Oh, well, thank y'all sir.  M'name's Harold, Rex.  Nice t'meet y'all" he introduced himself as and grinned.  "Same here Harold" Rex said.  As Rex drove his white cab, it became darker out and Harold saw the full-moon appear.  
"So, how long have y'all driven this here taxi cab Rex?" Harold asked, curiously.  "Oh, a very long time my Friend.  Many riders I have picked up from all over the place" he answered.  Rex and Harold rode through the night, on the road that ran through brush and backwoods.  Rex wore a blue scarf over his face and as he drove, he started to remove it.  "I seem to remember falling asleep back on that bench where y'all picked me up at, Rex" Harold exclaimed.  "That is right Harold my Friend.  You actually passed on back there.  I was assigned to come pick you up" Rex explained to the old man.  "Really?!" Harold proclaimed.  "Yes sir" Rex confirmed, finishing removing his blue scarf.  He also removed his gloves and trench-coat.  Harold stared at him with a gasp of fright.  Rex was a ghostly-skeleton at the wheel in his hat and shades.  "Do not be afraid sir.  Please sit back and enjoy the ride!" the ghostly-skeleton of Rex told Harold and Harold calmed down and got comfortable.  
Well, Rex was literally BONE-CHILLING wasn't he?  When he saw Old Harold, he really made quite a DEAD STOP heh-heh-heh!