Ghost Writer

A WORM-WELCOME to DEAD-ITION 85 OF CREEPS CASTLE Kiddies! Come into my CASTLE OF CREEPY-CONCOCTIONS, or another REVOLTING-ROUND OF RETCHED-READS ha-ha-ha-ha. I, CREEPS, have one here, about a man, who is in the SPIRIT to write, called...

It was a rainy day back in the Summer of 1955, when a man sat on the porch of a cabin, within the backwoods of Alabama. He played Oh, Susannah on a harmonica and as the light rain rained, and rocked back and forth in the shadows in a rocking-chair. Another man stood within the doorway of the front door, holding a rifle. He stepped out of the doorway and shot the man in the shadows and the man dropped his harmonica, and slumped over to one side, dead then. The man with the rifle went into the cabin and saw a woman sitting on the sofa within the living-room. "Waldo's dead Kate!" the man said to the woman. "Thank you so much, Percy. Waldo was an okay man, but he's was not a hunk like y'all are. At least he was a famous Magazine Writer who made a remarkable amount of money for these times, honey" Kate replied to him, explaining. "Yes, and now it will be all ours baby" Percy said to her, and he and Kate kissed each other on the lips.

That evening, Kate stood in the living room with two policemen. "Mrs. Miller, y'all had returned here and found your Husband Mr. Waldo Miller's body. We don't have any clues to who shot him ma'am. We're sure sorry. Have a nice evenin'. Stay safe!" one of the cops said to Kate. "Why, thank y'all, Officer Franklin sir. I will indeed. Y'all have a nice evenin' too" she replied to him. "Thank y'all ma'am" Officer Franklin said to her and he and the other policeman left. Mrs. Miller latched the front door and Percy walked into the cabin through the back door. He and Kate hugged and kissed each other. Meanwhile, a typewriter within another room began typing by itself. When Mrs. Miller walked into the room, it stopped typing. Kate got the paper out of the typewriter and walked back into the living-room. She looked at the paper. There was a message on it and it read: "KATE, Y'ALL CHEATED ON ME WITH PERCY!". Kate gasped in fright and dropped the paper on the floor. Percy picked it up and read it. "There's someone here with us. They probably saw me kill your Husband, Kate!!" he said to her and rushed into the room where the typewriter was in. Percy put the paper back into the typewriter and looked around the room. During the night, Kate and Percy slept in a bed together, and Kate woke up. She got out of bed and went downstairs. She looked into the room where the typewriter was at and saw the paper with the message written on it, blow eerily. Kate went out, onto the front porch and there were the sounds of crickets chirping away. She looked over at the rocking chair where her Husband had sat earlier that day. She turned on the porch-light and noticed that the rocking-chair was covered in blue slime. Mrs. Miller gasped in surprised-terror, putting her hand over her mouth. Then, a high-pitched-cackling was heard. Mrs. Miller turned around and screamed.

At dawn, Percy came downstairs and went into the kitchen of the cabin. He came back out with a bottle of Ripple and took a swig of it. He walked out, onto the front porch and saw Kate's dead body sitting in the rocking chair that was still covered in blue slime. The neck of her corpse was broken. Percy gasped, dropping his bottle of Ripple, causing it to smash. The porch-light was still on and he looked around in fear. Percy carried Mrs. Miller's corpse to a white Chevy and put it into the passenger's seat. He got into the driver's seat and drove deeper into the backwoods, then hit a maple tree, wrecking the car. He got out of the white Chevy, put her dead body into the driver's seat and ran off then. That afternoon, Percy drank a glass of lemonade out, on the porch. The blue slime was gone from the rocking-chair and he sat in it. He got up and went into the cabin. He walked into the room where the typewriter was in and the paper within it had another message on it. He read it, and it read: "PERCY, I SNAPPED KATE'S NECK, KILLING HER LAST EVENIN'. NOW, I AM COMING FOR HER BOYFRIEND...YOU THIS EVENIN' SIR!" Percy looked around the room and heard a knock on the front door, gasping and jerking in fright. He answered the door and Officer Franklin stood out, on the porch. "Good afternoon sir. I am Officer Franklin. I am lookin' for Mrs. Katelyn Miller" he said to him. "Good afternoon, Officer Franklin, I am Percy Walters. I am Mr. and Mrs. Miller's Cleaning Man. I heard about what happened to Mr. Miller yesterday. I have a key to their cabin here. When I got here, Mrs. Miller and Mr. Miller's car were both gone sir" he lied to Officer Franklin.

"I see, Mr. Walters sir. M'Partner and I are out here within these here backwoods lookin' for the person who murdered Mr. Miller yesterday. But perhaps Mrs. Miller drove off. I reckon this makes her a suspect. Have a nice day sir" Officer Franklin said to Percy Walters. "Thank y'all Officer Franklin. You too sir" Percy replied and they smiled at each other. Officer Franklin walked away and Percy shut the door. Percy Walters drank the rest of his lemonade and walked into the kitchen. He came back out of the kitchen with his rifle and looked around the living room. That night, Percy stood out on the porch, drinking another bottle of Ripple. He looked over at the rocking-chair and gasped and jerked at the eerie blue slime covering it once again. He turned the doorknob of the cabin-door and the door was mysteriously locked. The same high-pitched-cackling was suddenly heard and he turned around. The phantom of Mr. Waldo Miller stood before Percy having: a white, cloudy-appearance to him, with large, cloudy-white pupils in his eerie black eyes, eerie, longer hair that was a cloudy-white, and a ghostly-grin. Percy Walters screamed out in horror, clenching his bottle of Ripple tight. The phantom of Waldo seemed to wear cloudy-white-boots, dress-pants and a white-cloudy-shirt. "Percy Walters, y'all murderer!" Waldo's ghost said to him and then cackled in a high-pitched-tone. His ghostly-head came off his ghostly-body and landed on the floor of the porch, his ghostly-neck-stump dripping more blue slime out of it. Percy screamed more loudly. The headless phantom of Waldo gripped Percy by his head with his white-cloudy-hands and snapped his neck, killing him instantly. The ghostly-head of Waldo cackled more insanely then in its high-pitched-tone.

It looks like Waldo gave Kate and Percy quite a BREAK eh? He became a PAIN IN THEIR NECKS hee-hee-hee! But Waldo planned THE WRITE TIME to give them his messages heh-heh-heh-heh!