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Hiroshi

Greetings again kiddies.  I, CREEPS, am getting ready to go camping.  Your old Pal, is gonna go hiking out, in the FEAREST!  But, while I'm away, I hope you'll enjoy this tale...

Two Japanese men were hiking in the Aokigahara Forest, over in Japan, at sunset, back in 1967.  They drank bottles of wine.  "Hey, Keeto, we should stop and rest around here for the night" one Japanese man told the other.  "Alright, Taroshi.  It is getting dark and the sun is setting!" Keeto agreed with him.  Keeto and Taroshi made camp and rested on the ground, hearing a babbling-brook nearby.  "Are you afraid of ghosts, Keeto?" Taroshi asked.  "Me?  I think they have a purpose, so no, not really" he replied.  "Oh, I was taught that too, by my Great-Grandmother as a boy!" Taroshi said.

When it got completely dark out, Keeto tended to the campfire with a stick.  "Aokigahara is a forest of ghosts for the last seventeen years!" Taroshi spoke, coming out of their tent.  "I have heard that" Keeto answered, looking over at him.  Keeto blacked-out suddenly, awakening, finding Taroshi gone from the campsite.  He looked in the tent and Taroshi wasn't there.  "TAROSHI" Keeto shouted.  He hiked off, coming to a yellow tent up the trail.

Keeto approached it, looking inside.  A ghastly, black-face of glowing-white eyes with black pupils, stared back.  It hung its mouth open, which glowed-white inside, along with its nostrils, shrieking in a high-pitch at Keeto.  It was a Japanese girl, with ghost-white hair, long and dead.  She was dressed in a red-dress, that contained holes all over it.  "Hello, I am Hiroshi" the phantom of the Japanese girl spoke.  Keeto screamed, running.  Hiroshi chased him.  "Please come back sir!" the ghost called.  Keeto looked back, seeing Hiroshi rot into a ghostly-skeleton and stop.  He screamed, running into Taroshi at the campsite.  Keeto looked and found Hiroshi had disappeared.

Keeto really got into the SPIRIT with Hiroshi eh, kiddies?  But, because he was in the forest, he had to LEAVE to get back to his CAMPFRIGHT Hee-Hee-Hee-Hee!
THE BOOGEYWOMAN

Hello kiddies, I just got done taking a nice BLOOD BATH.  I have to keep my GHOULISH FIGURE you know, ha-ha!  Speaking of baths, the man in tonight's tale discovers something terrifying in a bathtub, when he spends the FRIGHT in a motel...

During December of 1938, a man was driving on a road somewhere outside of western-Chicago, Illinois, one night.  He found a motel and stopped.  The man got out of his car and walked in the falling-snow, into the place.  A few minutes later, he was sleeping in a huge bed, in a motel-room, under a blanket.  The clock in the room hung up, on the wall and ticked silently.  The time was 9:30 p.m.  The bathroom-door came open and a yellow-glow lit up the bathroom, shining into the darkened-room.  The man squinted his eyes open, waking up from the light.  He got out of bed, gazing into the lit up bathroom, seeing something in the bathtub.  He tiredly went into the bathroom and saw what it was.  There was a lady in the tub, which was overflowing with yellow-colored slime.  She had, pale-white skin, long, ratty, black-hair, completely-black eyes and seemed to be staring right at the man.

"Hello?!" the man said to the creepy-woman and she rose her pale-white hands, showing they were cut all over and dripping more yellow-colored slime out of their wounds and cuts.  The man gasped in surprise and fright, backing away a little.  The lady stepped out of the tub, lurching towards him, with slick, wet, pale-white flesh.  She cracked open her lips and revealed long, jagged, teeth of black.  She was a monster.  "Good evening, sir, I am known as The Boogeywoman.  You have probably heard of the many creatures called Boogeymen and The Boogeyman.  Well, I am a female species of those creatures, who walk the Earth!" the thing introduced itself to the man, explaining to him.  The man screamed and ran out of the bathroom.  But, when he turned around, he saw The Boogeywoman dissolve into more of the slime.  He watched in horror, as all of the slime vanished and the yellow-glow faded-out, disappearing, causing the bathroom to grow dark once again.

Hee-Hee, well, it looks like that guy found a nice little JAGOOSI eh, kiddies?  I guess that monster just wanted to BOOGEY eh!  Ha-Ha-Ha!
"My Friend Barney!"

Welcome kiddies to the FOURTH edition of CREEPS CASTLE!  I, YOUR OLD FIEND, CREEPS, have more SHOCKING-SHAVINGS OF FRIGHT, like this one, that you can all PIG OUT on heh-heh...

It was back in November, 1959, in Manhattan, New York City, where a small boy was in his bedroom, upstairs in a house.  He was rocking in his little rocking-chair and said, "hello, Barney, how are you?" looking out his bedroom-window, as snow fell in the night, outside.

A young man was walking passed the open-room, drinking a bottle of Ripple and stopped.  "Billy, who are you talking too?" he asked the boy.  "My Friend Barney, Dad!" Billy answered.  "He's out, in the snow and looks cold" Billy continued to his father.  "I see, Son" he replied, going downstairs.  Billy's father got his coat on, heading outside.  As he looked around, he found hoof-prints in the snow on the ground.  Following them around the side of the house, Billy's father heard the sound of a pig squealing in the night.  He came back into the house, seeing a young lady.  "Frank, what was it?" she asked him.  "Oh, an animal is wondering around out there, Janet Sweetheart!  It surprisingly sounded like a pig!" Frank told her, kissing his wife on the cheek.  "It was Barney" Billy said, coming downstairs.  "Alright Son, let's see Barney then" Frank replied.

Billy got on his coat, boots and hat, following his father outside.  The tracks were mysteriously gone.  "See, Billy, nothing's out here" Frank told him.  "Look Dad, it's him!" Billy exclaimed, pointing up, to his bedroom-window.  "My Friend Barney!" he went on.  Frank looked up, seeing a pig-like creature in Billy's window, with pale-blue flesh and glowing-red eyes.  He gasped in fear, as the monster peered down at them, as red slime began to ooze out of its jaws, as it opened its mouth, showing red, jagged-teeth and fangs.

Hee-Hee, looks like young Billy wasn't kidding about his Friend.  You could say that his monster Friend just went HOG-WILD eh?  Hee-Hee-Hee!
"I Watch You!"

Welcome kids.  I, CREEPS, am FRIGHTING a TERROR-TALE for the local NOOSEPAPER heh-heh-heh-heh.  I have many SCARE-A-GRAPHS to go in the story, but at least I got the HEAD-LINE finished.  The man in this RANCID-REPORT, will sure READ THE FINE PRINT...

One Winter night, back in 1939, a man was sitting in his study of his home in a town in Indiana.  He was writing on a document, when he looked out the window.  The man saw a creepy girl smiling in at him.  She had: white-ghostly-skin, wore a white dress, had straight and long hair of black and her eyes were missing.  The man screamed in surprised-horror, looking into her dark-eye sockets, which were huge and black.  "Good evening, sir, will you let in please?  I am frozen!" the girl called through the window.  The man sat there speechless and closed his eyes.  He opened them moments later and found the girl was gone.

He poured wine into a glass from a bottle and drank it down.  The man looked out the window again, watching the snow fall silently.  He hummed the tune of "Polly Wolly Doodle" and continued to write on the document.  He peeked out the window a minute later, seeing the girl was back.  "I AM FROZEN!" she yelled, in a shrieking-voice.  Her eye=sockets glaring in at the man.  He gasped and rushed to the window.  "Who or what are you?" he asked her, choking out.  "I am the ghost of a girl, who lived in your home here nineteen years ago sir.  My parents were out, getting firewood for the house and it got extremely cold and I froze to death in my bed upstairs!" the ghost of the girl explained to him through the window.  The man immediately opened the window and the spirit crawled inside.  He shut the window and looked at the phantom, standing in her ghostly-pale-white-bare-feet.  "Thank you very much kind sir!" she spoke, her voice was quiet and like the wind.  She made her way over to the fire in the fireplace of the study, getting warm.  The man approached her.  He touched her ghostly-arm and she spun around.  Thick, black-slime dripped out of her eye-sockets and mouth and she shrieked out loud and the man screamed, falling to his knees down, into the puddle of oozing-black-slime.  Then, he looked up, seeing the apparition had vanished, along with the slime on the floor.

Heh-Heh-Heh.  That wraps up our EIGHTEENTH ISSUE OF CREEPS CASTLE for this SHRIEK!  I guess that girl was really IN THE SPIRIT of WARMING UP TO THAT MAN, eh, kiddies?  As for me, I've got to get back to being a GHOST-WRITER on my old TYPEFRIGHTER Ha-Ha
Phantoms Of The Clock

Welcome back into my CASTLE Kiddies!  This tale this evening, might just TICK YOU OFF a bit.  Try not to CLOCK someone ha-ha...

A cold-wind blew across the lawn of an old house, in the backwoods of southern-Kentucky, in September, 1891.  A fire crackled in the fireplace of the parlor.  A young man sat in a chairby the fire and read a paper quietly.  The young man looked up, at the grandfather-clock out, in the hallway.  He yawned.  "Well, Great-Grandpa, y'all are a good one. Leaving the home to me.  Thank y'all" he said, staring up, at a photo on the wall of an old man in a chair. The young man lit a cigar and smoked.  About a half an hour later, he went to the kitchen and the grandfather-clock chimed: "9:00 p.m." in the hall.  The young man heard a scraping in the pantry of the kitchen.  He opened the pantry and found a phantom inside.  The spirit was covered in green slime, floating in mid-air.  The ghost bore green-glowing eyes and its robe was long and dangling.  The face was black and its mouth oozed glowing-white-slime.  The phantom swung its white-hands and spoke in a low, moaning-voice to the young man: "Benjamin, beware!  I am y'all Great-Grandfather's personal doctor!  We are phantoms of the clock!".  Benjamin ran as fast as he could from the hooded-phantom.  Benjamin rushed into the parlor.  He took a swig from a bottle of Jim Beam Whiskey, and went to bed upstairs.  He slowly got to sleep and woke up later on.  Benjamin heard the clock chime, and another phantom came through the wall.  The specter was a shadow of a man in a coat and hat.  "I am the spirit of y'all Great-Grandfather!" the ghost told Benjamin.  "The ghost of my personal doctor shall give y'all a fortune I have!" the ghost continued.  It then disappeared and Benjamin slowly fell back asleep.  Later on, when the clock chimed again, Benjamin woke again and saw the slime-covered ghost appear at his bedside.  The phantom cackled and handed him a box of golden coins.  As Benjamin watched, the phantom vanished.

Well, at least Benjamin didn't have to go TREASURE HAUNTING in the end.  He just had to IN-SCARE-IT his Great-Grandfather's fortune hee-hee.
River Country

Greetings kiddies and welcome HACK to THE THIRD ISSUE OF CREEPS CASTLE!  Our story is rather WATERED-DOWN and has a Walt Disney-SCREAM to it hee-hee!  I hope you enjoy this decayed and rotted-recollection...

It was back in the January of 2002, when a teenage boy was walking down in Disney World, Florida.  It was in the evening and he was by the old, abandoned water park of River Country.  The boy hiked quickly into River Country and ran around many water-slides and rocks, seeing a lot of the sights and attractions.  He heard a small, bubbly-voice coughing in the distance somewhere.  "Hi?" the boy called out, looking around.  He slowly walked around rocks and came to a huge pond.  The coughing started up again, being only inches from the boy.  As he looked up, ahead of him, the boy saw a tall figure in the lights of River Country.  It was the figure of a dead corpse, wearing an old, water-logged, dirty-white, raincoat with the hood down.  The corpse was also a skeleton, with only a few patches of decayed-flesh covering its nose-hole and mouth. The zombie coughed and spewed chunks of mud and dirt out, onto the boy's cheeks and face.  "It was a mistake for me to go sliding into the pond!  Whatever you do, don't go into the pond!" the skeleton warned the boy in its bubbly-voice.  The boy screamed and ran out of River Country.

Hee-Hee, I guess I'll let this tale SLIDE eh, kiddies?  Well, that FEAR-FABLE was quite A WALK IN THE PARK eh?  Hee-Hee!
THING

Hello Children come in to my CASTLE again.  I have a dark-tale that'll make you all just LIGHT UP WITH FRIGHT Hee-Hee-Hee!  I call it...

"Ah, y'all have come to see me about Thing haven't y'all?" a man asked another man in Memphis, Tennessee, at a bus station back in 1972.  "Yes sir.  The man who runs the daycare across the street" the other man replied.  "Well, sir, this daycare operator is rather slippery.  No one has seen his face.  That is why he is called 'Thing' and his quarters are dark!" the man explained.  The men sat on a bench, together.  The man giving the information lit a cigarette and smoked.  "That's about all I know sir.  Care for a cigarette?" he asked the other man.  "Sure thanks" he replied, took one and lit it.  "Have a good evening" the man who gave the cigarette said.  "Thanks you too sir" the other man replied and left the bus station.

The man smoked outside, in the night, as he opened his umbrella and walked in the rain.  He stopped on the sidewalk and looked across the street at "Walter's Daycare".  He approached it, knocking on one of the double-doors of the place.  The door opened and the man walked inside.  "Hello, this is Sargent Edmund, Police!  I have come to do a check on your daycare sir" the man called out.  He continued to smoke and closed his umbrella, as he walked through the darkened-playroom.  Sargent Edmund reached a door on the other side of the daycare.  "Good evenin' Walter, are y'all in there sir?" he called out.  "Good evenin' Sargent.  Yes, please come in" an old man's voice replied from beyond the door.

Sargent Edmund opened the door, walking into more blackness.  "Howdy, Walter sir, might I ask why y'all are sittin' in the dark for?" Sargent Edmund asked.  A silhouette sat in the darkness of the room, only visible by the lights outside the window.  "Good evenin' Sargent sir.  I sit here in the dark, so folks don't see m'face!" the shadowy-figure of Walter answered.  "Y'all see Sargent Edmund, I am known as 'Thing' and am rather inhuman!" the silhouette of Walter explained.  Walter turned on a lamp, illuminating his horrifying-features behind his desk to Sargent Edmund.

Walter's eyes were pitch-black, with tiny, glowing-white pupils in them.  He wore a black suit and tie, with gray hair.  As he poured himself a glass of Cherry-Flavored Brandy from a bottle and drank, Sargent Edmund saw his gleaming-fangs of silver and noticed his razor-like claws.  "The children are doing quite well, but since I'm a 'Thing', they never ever see me" the monster spoke, growling deeply.

Well, it looks like the monster really had to turn the FRIGHT ON eh, Kiddies?  Walter was being IN THE DARK ABOUT IT all the SLIME Ha-Ha-Ha-Ha!  Until next ISSUE, play a game of HIDE AND SHRIEK!  Heh-Heh!
213 PARKSIDE AVENUE

Greetings once again, Kiddies.  I just came back from MOANING a lawn of a house...HAUNTED HOUSE that is hee-hee.  Yes, the grass had really GROAN a lot.  On the SLOPIC of haunted houses, here's a tale of one, that I hope you'll all visit!

At 4:00 a.m. in the October of 1937, a family of two girls and a young couple, drove to a brown, wood-house in Manhattan, New York City.  They got out of their car and got their bags, proceeding to the door.  "Well, here we are.  Home sweet home everybody" the man told the other ones.  "213 Parkside Avenue" he continued.  "Papa, we like it!" the girls told him.  "Wonderful.  I do too.  Uh, what do you think, Helen dear?" the girl's father replied to them and asked his wife.  "It's quite charming and cozy-looking John" Helen answered.

They walked inside.  Later on that morning, Helen walked downstairs and made a fire in the little fireplace the living-room had.  She sat down in a chair close by and opened "Poems By Edgar Allen Poe".  Helen started reading the book, when a young boy came into the room.  Helen noticed him, seeing his dead-skin of pale-white, his straight, blonde-hair and eerie, pupil less-eyes of dead-white.  The boy stood in black-suspenders and as Helen gasped in fear, he ran into a closet, closing the door.  Helen went to the closet, swinging it open and found the dead boy was missing.

A while later, John poured wine from out of a bottle, into a glass and drank it at the dining-room table.  "Papa, we saw Melissa outside our bedroom-window early this morning.  She was looking at us from outside!" his daughters explained.  "Who is Melissa, Rachel and Shirley?" John asked.  "She seems like somebody in the neighborhood, but we only saw her eyes.  Right Shirley?" Rachel replied to her father and asked her sister.  "Right" she agreed.  During that evening, Rachel and Shirley were in their new bed upstairs, looking out the window.  Fiery-red eyes began glowing and gleaming out the window, in the dark.  "Hi.  It's me, Melissa" a child's voice called from the eyes.  Rachel opened the window and Melissa started giggling, as her eyes gleamed and blinked in the night.  Helen awoke, seeing the gaze of the dead boy, grinning at her bedside, standing in his dead, bare-feet.  She gasped, as he placed his dead, pale-white fingers on her forehead and they began to rot and decay.  Helen screamed, awaking John.

John and his wife both jumped out of bed and the dead boy moved to them, as they backed up.  His rotting-flesh cracked and split, as black-ooze seaped out of the cracks.  The couple screamed and ran for it.  When they reached the children's bedroom, the full image of Melissa appeared, revealing her to be a green-skinned monster, resembling a wild boar, with black-oozing tusks.  They all screamed, running out of the house, reaching the car.  As John pulled away from 213 Parkside Avenue, he saw the dead boy grin at him from the living room-window and vanish, being a phantom.

I guess that house John and Helen bought for a DROP DEAD PRICE ha-ha-ha-ha.  But I guess Melissa and the dead boy were trying to tell them that THEY SNOOZE, THEY OOZE!  Heh-Heh.
His Bark Is Worse Than His Bite

Check out my new fur coat, kiddies.  It's the hair of none other than a WEREWOLF ha-ha.  I got it for a SCREAMIUM PRICE from the monster too.  I told him, I thought he was the BEAST SALESMAN EVER heh-heh-heh-heh-heh!  This is his HAIR-RAISING TALE too...

A woman down a street a few blocks away from Downtown-Chicago, Illinois, back on a hot day in 1955.  She walked into a bar and went up to the counter.  "Hello, may I have a shot of Wild Turkey Whiskey please sir?" she asked the bartender.  "Hello, yes ma'am" he replied, pouring some into a shot-glass from a bottle.  "That'll be 25 cents please" the bartender said.  The lady handed him a quarter and said, "thank you".  As she drank her shot of liquor, a man entered the bar and approached her.

"Hello ma'am, what might your name be?" he asked the woman.  "Hello, I am Ingrid.  What's yours sir?" she answered, asking.  "Ben.  Pleased to meet you" the man said.  That evening, Ingrid and Ben sat in an Italian restaurant at a table together, eating spaghetti and drinking glasses of wine.  "So what is your occupation Ben?" Ingrid asked him.  "Why, I am a painter Ingrid and have a large comfy and cozy home" he explained.  "Oh wow, that sounds lovely.  Would you care to date?" she asked.  "Alright" Ben agreed, smiling.  A month later, the couple walked into a big house, together one night.  Ingrid saw an open-box of diamond rings of a variety of colors and stuffed them into her purse, quickly.

Ben walked into the living-room, seeing her.  "Darling, what are you doing?" he inquired, suddenly seeing her with a gun.  "Oh darling, for a week now, I have been secretly stealing your valuables in your home here and now I'm gonna have to shoot you!!" she answered.  Ingrid shot Ben in the chest and he gasped, falling backwards.  Then he began changing, transforming into a hideous thing.  Ben grew silver fur all over his skin.  His fingernails grew out, into golden-claws and his nose became like a dog's.  Ben was a werewolf, ripping off his clothes, revealing a body covered in silver-fur.  The eyes of the werewolf were a pupil less-color of marble-black.  The monster rose to his gold-clawed-feet and Ingrid screamed in total terror, shooting.

The werewolf barked and barked viscously at her, gripping her throat as she screamed over and over.  Gasping for air, Ingrid dropped her gun, and the werewolf mauled her, biting her face, howling and barking deeply and viscously and killed her.  Outside the window, sounds of the thing's barking and devouring flesh was heard, as a full moon hung up, in the evening-sky.

Ben sure liked WOLFING INGRID DOWN eh, BOILS AND GHOULS?  She sure was DOGGIN' HIM for the past SHRIEK, but in the end, she was in FUR a surprise ha-ha-ha-ha.
HALLOWEEN NIGHT

Ah, I see that you all have SLITHERED your way back into my CASTLE, Kiddies.  I, your OLD GAGGER OF GOREMETS, CREEPS, am in a holiday mood.  So, as I put up these DEGORE-RATIONS, enjoy this little HAUNTED-HUNK OF HORROR, in this FIFTEENTH ISSUE OF CREEPS CASTLE.  I call this one...

On Halloween Night, back in 1971, a young woman was in her apartment in Chicago, Illinois.  She was in her bed, trying to fall asleep, when she noticed something gazing at her in her room.  It had: white, pupil less-eyes, no mouth, red slime on its face and around its eyes and was dressed in a black beret and black suit and tie.  The thing's skin was white.

The young woman's eyes widened in terror and she stayed still and didn't make a noise.  The creature moved its head from side to side, observing the woman.  As the moonlight faded through the bedroom-window, the creature faded with it.  The woman sat up in her bed, looking into the blackness of her room.

She got out of bed and walked to the kitchen, pouring herself a bottle of wine.  She stood, drinking her glass of wine, noticing the figure of the monster in her little hallway.  It was just blinking its solid-white eyes, standing there.  The woman gasped in fear and everything went dark.

She woke up hearing a knocking at her door.  The woman was on her living-room-carpet and got up.  She found her empty-glass on the counter in the kitchen.  She turned all of her lights on in her apartment, finding she was alone.  The knocking continued and she answered the door.  Outside in the dark-street, stood the creature with its dripping slime running and pouring down its face of white.  As it blinked its pure-white eyes at the lady, it held out its white-hands, with long, claws of solid-black to her.  A whisper came from it, although it was missing a mouth, proclaiming: "trick-or-treat!".  The creature then faded out, as it stood in the silent-night.

Heh-Heh, what a SWEET SURPRISE for that lady.  That creature was her only visitor ALL FRIGHT!  Speaking of visitors, I have another one in my CASTLE kiddies.  It's my MUMMY Ha-Ha-Ha-Ha!
THE SEVENTH FLOOR

Welcome kiddies HACK to my CASTLE ha-ha-ha!  This is the THIRTIETH ISSUE OF CREEPS CASTLE, and let me get you all IN THE SPIRIT, with this first FABLE OF FEAR eh!

It was in 1969, in Chicago, Illinois, where a sky-scraper stood on a street-corner.  Inside, a businesswoman entered an elevator and pushed the number "7" button.  She rode up to the seventh floor, going up a hallway.  The businesswoman stopped by an office, seeing a businessman at his desk.  "Morning, Jerry" she said to him.  "Morning Maggie" Jerry replied, with a smile.  Maggie returned a smile, walking on.  Jerry looked up, seeing another businessman come into his office.  "Hey, Jerry, here's a cup of coffee for ya!" the guy said.  "Hi Reese, thank you buddy" Jerry replied drinking it.

A week later, Maggie said: "I can't believe you died Jerry" as she stood in his old office.  She left.  That night, Maggie filled out policies in her office.  She got up, going through the hall, being the only one there.  Maggie saw a figure in Jerry's old office.  Gasping, she observed the figure was coated with blackened ooze.  Maggie noticed a white tie the shape was wearing.  It sat at Jerry's old desk and smiled with yellow-rotting-teeth at her.  Maggie ran, screaming down the hallway.  Maggie exited the elevator the following day up on the seventh floor and walked hesitantly up the hall, looking into Jerry's old office.  She sighed in relief, seeing nobody in there.

Maggie went to her office and worked on filling out more policies, when Reese knocked on her office-door.  "Come in" Maggie called and he did.  "Hi, Maggie, are you alright?" Reese asked.  "Oh yes, just still a bit shook up about Jerry last week, Reese!" she answered, with a sigh.  "I feel the same way.  Jerry was quite a boss of ours wasn't he?" Reese asked her.  "He was far out!" Maggie agreed.  Later on, Reese was in his own office, listening to Davy Jones And The Monkees sing Daydream Believer on his little transistor radio.  Maggie walked down the hall, catching a glimpse of the same thing in Jerry's old office.  "Reese killed me, Maggie.  He poisoned the coffee.  It's me Jerry!!!" the ooze-covered form uttered in a bubbly-voice.  She screamed, running to Reese's office.  "REESE, THERE'S SOME CREEP IN JERRY'S OLD OFFICE!!!!!" Maggie screamed.  "I'll take care of it as the new boss.  Calm down Maggie" he replied.

He walked to the office, and as it began thundering and raining heavily outside the window, Reese was the only one in the office.  The door closed suddenly, and the bubbly-voice of Jerry spoke: "hello Reese, you're fired buddy".  Reese turned, seeing Jerry materialize coated in ooze with his white tie.  The ghost grinned with his rotted-teeth of yellow and flies appeared, buzzing around him.  The ghost of Jerry plunged his ghostly-ooze-covered-hand into Reese's chest as he stood in shock and terror, ripping out something dark in the darkened-office.  Reese fell dead to the floor, with the ghost laughing in his bubbly-voice.

I guess Jerry taught Reese THE OLD SLAYING: YOU SNOOZE YOU OOZE eh?  Now that's running quite a CORPSE-PORATION isn't it!  Hee-Hee-Hee-Hee-Hee.
Librarian Witch

Oh, come join me for some TREASURE HAUNTING Kiddies.  It'll get us all in the SPIRIT OF THINGS hee-hee-hee-hee!  Just like the guy in tonight's tale, who visits his local library.

A man entered a library on a day in Chicago, Illinose, back in 1915.  He quickly found a book and sat down, at a table and started to read.  He awoke and looked up from the book, noticing that it was dark and that it was night outside.  The man got up, finding the doors locked.  Then, he rushed to the desk, finding no one there.  He walked around in the dark, until soon he saw an old woman in a long, flowing-dress of white, coming down one of the aisles.  "Hello ma'am.  I seem to be locked in here and had fallen asleep reading" the man explained to the elderly lady approaching him.  Suddenly, he saw she was rather creepy looking.

The old woman's eyes glowed-white and her wrinkly-skin was glowing a sickening-green.  "Hello, I am the Librarian Witch and I have stalked this library for forty years now" the creepy old woman said to the man.  The man gasped in fear and ran.  He tried a window, but looked back, seeing the librarian witch right there.  He screamed and she cackled.  "Here before you go, have some of my magic-tea sir" she cackled, handing him a cup of steaming tea.  "Thank you" he replied hesitantly.  The man drank it down and looked at the librarian witch closely.  "I-I murdered you, when I was a boy ma'am.  I remember stabbing you to death in the back!!!" the man declared.  "That is right sir.  I am but a ghost now!" the librarian witch cackled, as sickening-green-slime dripped out of her mouth.  The man writhed suddenly, and magically-rotted into a skeleton, dropping to the floor, dead.  The ghost of the librarian witch continued to cackle, as she gripped the skeleton and vanished with it.

I guess that guy should've went to another library. He didn't know WITCH to go to though heh-heh-heh-heh.  Looks like I'll have to sail GHOST TO GHOST to find that treasure Ha-Ha-Ha-Ha-Ha!
Night Of The Goblin

Ha-Ha-Ha-Ha-Ha, greetings kiddies.  GORE JUST IN TIME!  I'm just getting my car worked on at ADVANCED AUTO BODY PARTS aha!  This is gonna really cost me AN ARM AND A LEG too.  Well, now that you're EAR, here's a tale that you'll all be GOBLIN DOWN hee-hee-hee-hee...

A trailer gleamed in the light of the moon out, in Iowa, back in Spring, 1968.  An older man was sitting in his lawn chair by the trailer, drinking a bottle of Cutty Sark Scotch Whiskey.  "Tonight is The Night Of The Goblin, Fan" he told a hippie teenager who emerged from the trailer just then.  "Yeah Dad, what's your ghost story about?" Fan wondered to him.  "Well, the goblin crosses dimensions through that mirror that I own on this night the man who I bought it from told me.  So, we'll all wait and see ha!" Fan's Dad went on, laughing.  "Groovy!" Fan added.

A teenage boy snuck around the trailer from the back, aiming a pistol at Fan's Dad.  "Alright Professor Pinecock, I stole the mirror you're talking about man!" he yelled at Fan's Dad.  "Oh, Dad, look out!" Fan screamed.  "Hold it, don't pull that trigger son!!" Professor Pinecock begged him.  But, the teen did, shooting him in his ankle.  He and Fan screamed and the teenage boy fled in a truck with the big mirror in the back of it.  He drove on the country-road and stalled suddenly.  "Ah come on man, no more gas!" the teen protested, hitting the steering-wheel.  As the thief got out of his truck and jogged on foot through a nearby woods, a badger-like goblin emerged from the mirror.  The monster sniffed the air and laughed deeply, scurrying into the woods in its brown cloak and cap.

It reached the teen and growling at him.  "I smelled ye scent and pursued ye.  Fore ye have stolen thee mirror and harmed its owner" the goblin barked out at him.  Its yellow eyes shifted around and the teen shot at it in its clawed-hands.  Yellow-slime oozed from them and the goblin slashed his throat with its black-claws, killing him.  The pink-fleshed monster then tore into the forehead of the body in the dark, with its black fangs, growling away.

Professor Pinecock was on crutches inside the trailer one day, as a record of "Turn! Turn! Turn!" By The Byrds was playing on a record-player.  "Mr. Pinecock sir, I'm Deputy McNulty how do you do?" a cop who knocked at the screen-door called.  "Oh, Deputy McNulty fine thanks" Professor Pinecock anwered.  "Good.  We have located the mirror and remains of the teen who shot you two nights ago sir" the cop revealed.  Professor Pinecock peeked outside and saw a skeleton in the teen's clothes on a gurney.

That teen sure to a couple SHOTS AT IT, but got caught in the middle of a CLAWS in the end eh, Kiddies?  That's what he gets for stealing that FEAR I mean MIRROR heh-heh.  Well, my car's all RE-SCARED, and they even threw in a COMPLIMENTARY TERROR-FRESHENER aha-ha-ha-ha-ha!
DEAD AND BREAKFAST

Hello again, kiddies.  your pal, CREEPS, is looking for a nice HOLISLAY INN to check into for the FRIGHT!  Much like the man in our story...

On a rainy-night back in 1949, a man drove down a country-road in southern-Kansas.  He drove in the rain, catching sight of a lonesome motel and stopped there.  The man hurried inside and ten minutes later, he was sitting in bed in a motel-room, drinking a bottle of Jack Daniel's Whiskey.  The man left the room, walking up the hall and he heard a woman's voice call out to him, "sir, sir could you come in here please?".  The voice came from in the little room, with a pool in it.  He went in and saw the pool filled with red slime, including red slime on the wall above it.  Standing in the pool, was a young woman.  The woman was thin and glowing-white.  The man realized she was a phantom and gasped.  "Come swim with me sir please.  I drowned here two years ago and have been extremely lonely" the phantom explained.  With the red slime dripping down the wall, into the pool, the man screamed and ran out.

Ha-Ha, well, looks like he met her with a GHOST OF A CHANCE hee-hee!  Well, I'm pleased that I found a booking in a place with a SKELETON IN MY CLOSET Ha-Ha-Ha!
THE HEART

Hello once again, Kiddies.  I have FEAR, a real ROTTING-REMEDY for you all.  I hope you'll enjoy this one I call...

It is the evening of November 21, 1933, up here in the country of New Hampshire.  I am sitting in my cottage by my warm-fire, smoking a pipe here.  The grandfather-clock reads: "12:10 a.m." and the fireplace is growing dim.  My name is Alexander Princeton, I am a young man and I have a secret.  I have murdered my wife!  I shot her with my shotgun.  As I sit here talking to my wall, no one can here me.  No one at all.

Yes, she would not give me my liquor, so I did her in.  By now, there is that scratching and scraping coming from underneath the floor.  As I take a sip of a bottle of Jim Beam Whiskey, I can here the sound getting louder.  A cracking of the floor is happening and I am afraid.  Oh, please go back to your grave, Annie!!!.  The pale-white hand of my wife is jutting up, out of the floor.  Now she is crawling out of her grave, covered in dirt, in her wedding gown.  Her long, black hair is coated with worms and her eyes are missing, with red-slime caked on her rotting-face and around her decaying-eye sockets.  Her zombie is approaching me!!

Annie keep away!!!  She's reaching into my chest and ripping my heart out as the fire goes out!!!

How romantic!  The zombie of Annie just STOLE ALEXANDER'S HEART hee-hee!  Well, that's what he gets for TAKING A SHOT AT IT!  He shouldn't have made her FLOOR IT!!! Heh-Heh-Heh-Heh!
Berry

## Berry

**First Appearance:**

Fall 2013 Release One

**Releases:**

Fall 2013 Release One

Fall 2013 Release Two

Fall 2014 - R1: Family and Home

**Prints:**

Berry Chicken

Berry Cow

Berry Lattice

Berry Stripe

Berry Telephone

Berry Wallpaper

Girl Farm Stripe

Lotus Buds

Lotus Haybales

Lotus Nursery

Lotus Pies

Lotus Stuffed Animals

Lotus Vines

Natural Buds

Natural Pigs

Natural Tomatoes

Stone Vines

Winter Rose Kitty

Winter Rose Stripe
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!
"A Vampire Stalks My Vife!"

Nice of you to come HACK here GHOULS AND BOILS!  I was just in the middle of a classic book by MARK SLAIN: THE ADVENTURES OF HUCKLESCARY FINN hee-hee-hee-hee-hee.  I absolutely love the part where THE OLD SCREAM-BOAT goes down THE MISSISSIPPI SHIVER!  Here's a shorter tale for you all to GROTESQUELY-GAG at in the mean SLIME.  It's titled...

It was back in the Autumn of 1887, where a gentleman lit his pipe and smoked it in a parlor in southern-Germany.  The gentleman heard the grandfather-clock out in the hall chime.  The clock read, "2:00 a.m." and the man got up from his chair, and went upstairs.  He checked on a woman in bed and asked her, "good afternoon my love.  Feeling better any?".  "Good afternoon, Percy, yes quite better darling zank you" she replied to him.  "Good my Vife" Percy stated and they kissed.

That evening, Percy sat back in his parlor, and a shadowy-form cast itself in the light of the fire on the wall.  It was of a man and it lurched closer to Percy.  "A vampire stalks my Vife!" Percy shouted, rose from his chair with a hammer and a wooden-stake and rushed to the shadow on the parlor-wall.  The shadow came right through the wall and it was a vampire indeed.  The creature barred its white fangs at Percy, as its mustache glowed-white, along with the insides of its mouth and nostrils glowing-white also.  The vampire stood there in its white-shining trench-coat and cap, the monster's eyes shining-white too at Percy.

Percy screamed in horror at the beast with its gray-flesh and white-glowing hair, that stuck out of its cap.  The thing lurched to him and spoke: "good evening, sir, your Vife has very sweet blood and I bet you did not know it vas I who vas ze vampire!".  "Clarence?  Vhy, you have been our butler for zese past nine years!!!!" Percy exclaimed in surprised shock.  Clarence The Butler twisted his grey, dangly-fingers, which contained black and long fingernails.  The vampire turned and was ascending the staircase, but Percy ran at it and jabbed the wood stake into its back, piercing it through its heart and chest.  Clarence The Butler Vampire hissed, turned around and sunk his fangs into Percy's cheek.  Percy screamed and, yanking the stake out of the thing's back.

The stake was covered with slime of yellow, Percy dropped it, pulled a silver dagger from his pocket and sliced through the monster's neck with it.  Percy decapitated the vampire, killing it and causing more slime of yellow to spray and jut from its neck and severed-head.  The head of the thing rolled down to the bottom of the steps and Percy bent over the body, catching his breath.

Clarence really SUCKED AS A BUTLER didn't he?  In the end, he not only lost his job...but his HEAD as well aha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!
Merry-Go-Round Of Death

Welcome, kiddies.  It is I, CREEPS, with another TALE OF REPULSIVE RAPTURE hee-hee-hee-hee-hee.  This one involves a ride on a SCARE-A-SEL, and the boys find out that they'll receive quite a BONE-US too ha-ha!  I call this PUTRID PIECE...

In the small town of Green Stream, Alabama, there were two little girls walking under a weeping-willow tree in a front yard back in 1921.  They were jumping rope together and were singing, "Oh, Susannah!".  They finished singing the song and stopped jump roping.  "Good job Marie.  Y'all jump really high" one girl told the other.  "Why, thank you.  Y'all jump rope pretty good too, Annabelle" Marie replied, with a grin.  "Hey, Annabelle, look!" Marie said, pointing.  She and Annabelle looked, seeing a carousel down the street in a clearing.  The little girls skipped down to the merry-go-round together and their eyes widened at the sight of it.  Suddenly, the carousel started up, going around and around to the tune of "The Daring Young Man On The Flying Trapeze".

An extremely and very skinny and thin person jumped out from behind the ride.  It was a gentleman and he looked like a skeleton.  "Greetings little ones, I am The Human Skeleton and this is my carousel you both see" the skeleton explained to Annabelle and Marie.  The Human Skeleton wore a dark-brown suit without a tie, and his bones appeared rotted, having a green-glow as well.  "Hello sir, may we ride the carousel please?" Annabelle said and asked The Human Skeleton.  "Why, certainly my dear" he answered her with a laugh.  The Human Skeleton helped the girls up on merry-go-round horses when the carousel halted.  Then it started up again.  The girls giggled, having fun, as The Human Skeleton watched them.  A while later, Marie and Annabelle walked back up the street from the ride.  It started to rain and two older boys put out their legs quickly, tripping the girls.  They cried in pain, rolling over on the ground.  The bullies grabbed their dresses and pulled them to them.  "Howdy, girls!  We are gonna play jump-rope with y'all" they said.  They grabbed the jump-ropes and flogged Annabelle and Marie.  The girls ran, returning to the carousel, followed by the boys.  The girls hid behind the merry-go-round and the teens jumped on the ride.  The thing started up and got faster and faster by the second.  The bullies hung onto the sticks of the horses, and The Human Skeleton was in the middle of his ride, laughing.  The teens noticed him, seeing his eye sockets had changed to a glowing-green.  The teens grew older, spinning around.  Finally, the ride slowed and came to a stop.  The teens were skeletons and dead.  The Human Skeleton said to the girls: "I am a zombie and this is my Merry-Go-Round Of Death!!".  The zombie grabbed a vial from a slot in the middle of the ride and drank the black fluid in it.  He became a young man.  "Ah, I harnessed their youth and drank it to become young and alive again.  Plus, I saw you two needed help" he explained to the girls.

How was that for a SCARY-GO-ROUND kiddies?  The Human Skeleton really put a SPIN ON THINGS didin't he?  Hee-Hee-Hee.
"There's Something In The Pool!"

Heh-Heh, welcome to my SCARY OWN SWIMMING GHOUL, boys and girls.  I coach FRIGHT A SWIM SCREAM aha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!  Why, this topic reflects our WATERED-DOWN TALE hee-hee.  It's about another swim team and their HIGH GHOUL POOL, I call...

There was a sign that read: "HARVARD HIGH SCHOOL" on it in front of a school in Illinois, where Autumn-leaves blew at back in 1961.  In the school, a boys swim team was in the school pool, swimming as fast as they could go.  A coach blew his whistle and shouted, "good job guys!" at the team.  "Hey, thanks, Coach Edner sir" a few teenagers called back to him, as the team emerged from the pool.  "Hey, wussies, you both swim like mermaids!" three bullies on the team called out to two geeks.  "Hey, come on guys" they begged them.  "Yeah, knock it off Fletcher, Piper and Sampson!" Coach Edner yelled at the bullies.  "Yes sir Coach Edner" they responded. An elderly janitor swept a staircase descending from the pool room, singing, Little Brown Jug.  The swim team went into the locker room and Fletcher, Piper and Sampson looked at the geeks and one of them tripped the nerds, causing them to fall.  They gasped in pain and one of the bullies told them: "you're going to be in casts when Sampson, Piper and I break your bones!".  "Come on Fletcher let's go man" Piper and Sampson said to him then and they did.  The Janitor helped the geeks to their feet.  "You fellas okay?" he asked.  "Yes Harry thank you sir" they replied.  "Good, now I will help you fellas Tony, don't worry!" Harry told the one teen.  "Thanks a lot Harry" Tony and the other teen replied.  "Come on, Rick" Tony said to the other geek and they took off.

That afternoon, Tony and Rick encountered the bullies in the pool room.  "Time to dislocate your joints ya freaks!" Fletcher said quietly.  As they laid hands on Rick and Tony, the boys shoved them into the pool.  Clawed-hand grabbed Fletcher's legs from down in the water.  Fletcher went under the water, gasping.  A few seconds later, the clawed-hands grabbed another one's legs and he went underwater.  "Sampson!" Piper gasped.  Within moments, a scaly brown monster with solid-black eyes and fangs came up to the surface.  It growled in a high-pitched tone and gripped Piper, gnawing on his shoulder, piercing flesh with fangs.  The creature pulled him underwater.  The boys ran.  They soon returned hesitantly and found Harry.  "There's something in the pool!" Rick told the janitor.  Harry stopped mopping the floor and replied, "oh I know there was Rick my boy" as he held the mop with scaly-clawed-hands.

Well, Fletcher, Sampson and Piper turned out CROAKING WET in the end there ha-ha-ha.  Ol' Harry really had to DRAG THEM DOWN for what they were about to do to Tony and Rick eh?  Good Old Harry, always doing things for a GOOD CLAWS heh-heh-heh-heh-heh.
CANDLE CONE MAN

Welcome to EDITION 53 OF CREEPS CASTLE, FIENDS...I mean FRIENDS, it is I, CREEPS!  Penelope Shaeffer shall be our personal SCARE-RRATOR of this SLIME-SERVING heh-heh.  Her MESSAGE OF MADNESS is called...

I am Penelope Shaeffer, and I remember when Candle Cone Man appeared in my home in New England ten years ago. in 1886.  Now, as I am currently on my front porch here drinking a cup of tea, I recall that it was a rainy evening when that monster came.  I being thirty years old, still awake at 10:30 p.m. each night.  The precise time when he appeared to me.  I am having a flashback to 1886.  A tall figure appeared in the kitchen and I was startled, dropping a bowl of mashed-potatoes.  "Who are you?" I inquired of the tall figure with the pitch-black head shaped like a cone.  "Greetings Penelope Shaeffer ma'am.  I am Candle Cone Man, I know your name because I have been in the walls of this house for seven years now!" the figure answered me in a man's voice.  Candle Cone Man peered at me with red-gleaming eyes.  He did not have a mouth nor a nose nor ears.

"I am here to claim a victim whom is an extremely wicked gentleman, Miss Shaeffer.  I have an axe for a hand and arm and a hook for my other hand" Candle Cone Man explained.  "Is that a mask of some sort sir?" I inquired of him.  "Oh no ma'am.  This is my head.  I am a creature of the dark and hunt evil humans in this world!" he taught me.  "I magically-lit this candle and when I do light candles, I come with my cone head" Candle Cone Man taught me about him.  "The evil gentleman who is around here, is my Father.  He is a very abusive man and quite a drunk also!" I told the monster, as I stood by the window.

"Ah, he shall be my victim" Candle Cone Man spoke in his deep voice and turned around in his brown robe.  He went into the parlor and I saw the candle on the kitchen-table go out.  I rushed into the parlor and Father was in his chair, drinking a bottle of Jim Beam Whiskey, by the roaring-fireplace.  Candle Cone Man lurched into the light of the fire and Father yelled at me, "Penelope, what are you doing in here??  Get back in that kitchen and make me my supper or I shall beat your head in girl!!".  The monster stared at a candle on the end-table and it lit up suddenly.  Candle Cone Man choked Father with his hook-hand, and then buried his ax-hand deep, within his chest in the shadows, murdering my abusive Father.

The creature gazed his red-glowing eyes towards me and the sound his hook-hand sinking into my dead Father's throat was heard.  I ran back into the kitchen, and Candle Cone Man stood by the table and the candle relit.  "Believe the legend of me.  The Legend Of Candle Cone Man!" the tall monster crooned in his deep-voice, as he rose the shadowy-form of my wicked Father's head on his hook-hand.  Candle Cone Man laughed deeply and disappeared with the severed head.  The candle went out at once then.

There is nothing that that monster can't CANDLE ha-ha-ha-ha!  Well, I hope all your kiddies were quite HOOKED ON Penelope's tale.