The Haunted Dollhouse

Ah, you kiddies have come to my CASTLE just in SLIME for the pizza I had delivered.  The SLOPPINGS on it are your traditional PEPPER-MOAN-I AND CHEESE heh-heh-heh-heh-heh!  It's from my favorite pizza parlor: BEAST OF CHICAGO ha-ha-ha-ha.  They sure satisfy everybody's MONSTROUS APPETITES hee-hee.  It also came with a SICKENING-SIDE, that's about a young girl who discovers a dollhouse up, in an attic.  It's called...

A young girl ran upstairs into an attic of an old Victorian-style home on Rhode Island, one afternoon back in 1891.  She spotted a Victorian-style dollhouse on the floor and got on her knees, looking at it.  In one of the living-room-windows, a figure moved into sight, staring out the window.  It was a skeleton wearing  a gray cloak and hood.  The girl gasped, seeing it and the skeleton cackled in an old lady's voice at her.  She got up and ran out of the attic.  "Grandmother, a skeleton is in a dollhouse upstairs in your attic!" she rushed into a living room, telling an old woman.  "Greta, dear, you spotted the witch" the old woman explained to her, in a chair.  "The witch?" Greta wondered, asking.  "Yes Granddaughter.  Her name is Lillian McFrancis.  Many years ago, she had to hide from a few folks who were going to hang her for being a witch.  She hid within this house and with her magic, shrunk herself to fit within that dollhouse" Greta's grandmother told her.  "Oh wow!" Greta said in wonder.  Greta walked into the kitchen where a young woman was stirring a pot of stew on a cast-iron stove.  "Mother, Grandmother told me about Lillian McFrancis The Witch because I saw her in the dollhouse upstairs in the attic" Greta told her.  "Oh, Greta, do not fear Daughter" she replied, patting her on the head.  "Alright Mother.  I wish to go outside to play" Greta said.  "Alright dear have fun" Greta's mother wished her and the girl ran out of the kitchen then.

Greta was jumping-rope out, in the front yard when a teenage boy and girl walked over to her from the house next door.  "Hello Greta jumping-rope today eh?" the teenage boy spoke.  "What a baby" the teenage girl added, laughing.  "Ruth I am not a baby" Greta stopped playing and said to the teenage girl.  "Of course you are you little freak!" Ruth laughed at her and the teenage boy pushed Greta to the ground.  "Ow, Martin that hurt!" Greta cried to him.  "Awe, did the baby get hurt?!" he laughed at her.  Ruth stole Greta's jump rope from her.  "What is the baby going to do without her jump rope, Brother?" Ruth asked Martin.  "Probably tell her Mama, Ruth" Martin answered, laughing with her.  "I shall make sure she stays quiet" Martin told his sister and grabbed Greta's arms, as she struggled.  Soon, Greta ran upstairs into the attic with two black eyes.  As she cried, kneeling by the dollhouse, there was a skeletal-hand that came out of an upstairs-window of it.  The boney-hand patted Greta on her head.  "There, there, Greta dear, I shall help you with those wicked children whom torment you" an old woman's voice from in the dollhouse explained to her and cackled some.  Greta gasped and the boney-hand went back into the small window.  As the skeleton of Lillian McFrancis cackled, Greta peered into the window, but the witch was nowhere in sight.  Then a thick yellow slime dripped out of the living-room-window of the dollhouse.  Greta peered into it and the zombified-skull of the witch sat in the windowsill, laughing eerily away with the yellow slime dripping out of her boney-mouth.  The eye-sockets of the witch's skull then glowed-red and Greta gasped in fear, running out of the attic.

Greta ran into a bedroom on the second floor of the house and laid down on the bed.  She fell asleep.  Greta woke up and it was early evening out.  She went back upstairs into the attic, discovering the haunted dollhouse was all lit-up with a red glow.  Both Ruth and Martin walked over to the dollhouse and Greta gasped, standing by the stairs.  "What in the world are we doing here Martin?" Ruth inquired of him, wondering.  "We were just standing in our hallway Ruth my Sister and now we are here is all I know of" he answered.  "Greta what is going on you little twit you?" Ruth asked her.  Ruth was about to hit her in her face when the cackling of Lillian McFrancis was heard.  All of a sudden, the bullies were inside the hauntad dollhouse, standing in the living room.  The zombie of the witch cackled and approached them.  Ruth screamed at the skeleton and Martin was speechless in terror.  "You two wicked children shall no longer harm little Greta.  I am Lillian McFrancis, the witch whom brought you here with my magic" the zombie explained to the teenagers.  More yellow slime leaked out of her boney-mouth and the skeleton with the gray cloak and hood on, snapped off its skull with an eerie crack and it laughed eerily in its skeletal-hands.  Then the zombie threw its cackling-skull at Martin and it struck him in his head, causing him to fall.  It sat on the floor of the dollhouse by his face, cackling away, a river of thick yellow slime flowing from its mouth.  Martin finally screamed.  As Greta heard the cackling and the screaming from within the dollhouse, the red glow faded-out, disapearing and it became silent.  When a bright red light suddenly glowed in one of the living-room-windows, Greta walked over to the dollhouse, looking in the window.  She gasped and smiled.  "Greta, dear, your Father and Grandfather are home here from fishing!" the voice of Greta's mother called from the door of the attic.  She hurried out of the attic then.  In the living room of the haunted dollhouse were two skeletons in Ruth and Martin's clothes, sitting on a couch by the fireplace, while the zombified-skeleton of the witch cackled, standing in the corner of the room, reattaching her skull.

   Well, that ending was rather HEADED IN THAT DIE-RECTION eh, kids?  Lillian McFrancis knew WITCH DIRECTION too ha-ha-ha-ha-ha.  As for those Sibling bullies, Ruth and Martin ended up keeping her company.  With SKELETONS OF FUN that is heh-heh-heh!