Room 604

Wow, what a pitch and hit that was!  Oh, hello there THRILL-SHRIEKERS!  I, CREEPS, am just watching a baseball game featuring THE BOSTON DEAD SOCKS.  What a BASEBALL SCREAM they are heh-heh-heh.  The SLAYERS really run around the BALL-DIE-MOND FESTER than the other SCREAM aha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!  Watching the umpire reminds me to STRIKE UP a TEAM STRATEGY, about a thief on the lamb who ends up SPENDING THE FRIGHT at an odd boarding-house, entitled...

Back in the Autumn of 1961, out, in Los Angeles, California, a burglar knocked on the door of a boarding-house one morning.  The door was answered by a young woman who said to him, "good morning, sir, may I help you?".  "Yes, could I have a room here please lady?" the burglar answered, asking.  "Why, certainly sir, right this way please!" she replied with a grinning-face and he followed her into the boarding house then.  "So, we have one room available.  Room 604 on the fourth and top floor" the young woman said to the crook, explaining, as they walked into a small office from a hallway.  "Thank ya miss, I'll take it!" he said in reply.  "Great.  I am Clara Bloodwing, welcome to my boarding-house sir" she smiled, introducing herself and they shook hands.

Four minutes later, the burglar made it up the stairs and found Room 604 in the hall.  He unlocked the door with a key, opened it and went into the room.  He put the sack that he had with him down on the and sat down in a chair.  The crook got a cigarette out of his pocket, lit it and smoked.  Police sirens were heard outside and he jerked in surprised fear, but they faded away into the distance then.  He sighed in relief and blew cigarette smoke out of his mouth.  The burglar woke up in the chair and looked at the window.  It was night outside and he got up in the darkness of Room 604, turning on a lamp.  He yawned and heard water dripping in the bathroom.  He glanced into the bathroom and the sound of the dripping water came from the bathtub.  The crook found a bottle of Jack Daniel's Whiskey on an end-table beside a glass, grinned and poured himself a glass of it.  He drank it and heard a mysterious whispering coming from in the bathtub along with the dripping water.  When he glanced back in the bathroom, the whispers stopped.  He looked at his glass of whiskey and finished it.  Then the whispers started some more from within the bathtub.

The burglar flicked on the bathroom-light and the dead white head of a woman with long, black hair rose out of the tub.  He gasped in horror seeing it and bolted out of Room 604 immediately.  An old man was walking in the hallway and saw him.  "Whoa there son are you alright?" the old man whispered, asking the crook.  "Yeah, mister, but there's someone in my brand new bathtub!!" he said, whispering.  "Oh my, you have moved into Room 604 here son.  Many crooks have rented this room here from Miss Bloodwing, but the rest of us here have lived here for years.  The crooks mysteriously disappear" the old man explained to him.  He and the burglar quietly went into Room 604 together, and poked their heads into the bathroom.  The head was gone and the whispering along with the sound of dripping water also was gone.  They crept into the bathroom and the bathtub was empty.  "This bathtub is empty son.  Maybe all you need is a goodnight's sleep.  Have a goodnight now" the old man suggested to the crook talking to him and wished him.  He walked out of Room 604 then.  The burglar walked out of the bathroom and turned off the light.  He put the glass down on the end table and drank the rest of the whiskey out of the bottle.  He kicked off his shoes and laid down in bed and turned off the lamp.  The whispers were heard once more from the bathroom.  The sound of dripping water accompanied it once again.  The crook rubbed his forehead and shut his eyes.  Then, as the sounds of water splashing in the bathtub were heard suddenly, the crook sat up, hearing footsteps walking through the bathroom.

The head of the woman with the dead white flesh came out of the darkness of the bathroom, her eyes were shut and she was the one who was whispering eerily.  Her body came out of the bathroom's darkness then and she wore a pink blouse and skirt like Clara Bloodwing's.  She stopped whispering and started cackling in an old woman's voice.  She was soaking wet and approached the crook.  "Hey, who the heck are ya lady?  I am a very dangerous crook who has stolen a lot of cash from stores and homes in this city, so I would make like a tree and leave if I was you" the burglar explained to her, turned on the lamp, got out of bed and pulled a gun out of his sack on the floor.  Aiming it at the eerie woman, he noticed her black fangs as she insanely cackled over and over.  She was a vampire and it dug its black-clawed-fingers into his neck.  He fired his gun but missed the vampire, as he screamed in pain.  She plunged her blackened-fangs into the crook's jungular vein, letting them and her blackened-claws sink deeper into his flesh.  The vampire ripped her claws and fangs out of his neck and the crook fell to the floor dead.  The thing drug the body of the burglar into the bathroom by its ankles and flicked on the bathroom-light.  It dragged the corpse into the tub with it and the tub was filled with green, watery-slime, as the faucet of the tub dripped with green watery-slime.  The vampire cackled insanely, feasting on the throat of the corpse.  In the morning, the old man was in the kitchen, drinking coffee at the kitchen-table.  "Good morning, Miss Bloodwing.  I found Room 604 was vacant once more on my way downstairs here!" he said to Clara Bloodwing as she walked into the kitchen.  "Oh, good morning, Mr. Williams.  Yes, that man was another crook wanted by the authorities it turned out.  Burglars have always rented Room 604 from me.  I was just up there last night and he pulled a gun on me, but he is taken care of now no worries" Clara said, explaining to him.  "Oh my, I am glad you are okay" Mr. Williams said to her.  Clara Bloodwing smiled at him and turned, showing her fangs of black.

Ha-Ha, looks like Clara Bloodwing sure had a rather FANG-TASTIC NIGHT eh?  It really BITES for the burglar though, but he was TAKING UP TOMB in her boarding-house heh-heh-heh-heh!