The Backwoods Raccoons

A WORM WELCOME TO ICKY-ISSUE #69 OF CREEPS CASTLE, Kids!  I, your HOST And GHOST of this CASTLE, CREEPS, have a SCREAM-STORY about two people who decide to go HAUNTING for raccoons, but make a GRAVE MISTAKE doing so.  I name this REVOLTING-REVELATION...

A fog drifted across the backwoods of northeastern-Alabama, one August night back in 1960.  A young man and an older man wandered around the area together among the sounds of crickets.  The old man whistled Camptown Races and they made it through the thick fog to a long log.  There were two raccoons that scurried out of the whole at one end of the log, the old man stopped whistling, and both men cocked their guns, aiming their shotguns at the animals.  The sounds of the two shotguns went off within the fog and the older man and young man each carried the dead body of a raccoon back through the fog.  "Yes, Robert m'Son, y'all will be able to make the coonskin cap you have been wantin' now, and I'll make mine!" the older man said to young man.  "Yeah, Pa, from these two disgustin' animals too" Robert replied.  Robert and his father got to a shed snd went into it.  They both put the bodies of the raccoons on a table and walked out.  They sat down on the porch of a shack by the shed together and Robert took a swig from a bottle of moonshine that was on the porch.  Robert's father lit a cigar and smoked.  "Yeah, Pa, all that practice with the shotgun paid off" Robert said to his father.  "Yes, Robert, it sure did indeed!" he said back, agreeing.  Four days later, Robert and his father were in the shed and held coonskin caps.  They both put them on.  "Well, those stupid critters are good for one thing.  Killin' and usin' their fur and tails for caps, Son" Pa said to Robert.  "Yeah, Pa, and tonight we'll go hunt more.  I'll crush their necks with my boot this time" Robert replied.  "That's my boy.  I couldn't wait to move out here in the backwoods, so I could finally shoot those stupid things" Pa said.

That night, Robert drank some more moonshine from out of a bottle out, on the porch of the shack.  Pa grabbed his shotgun out of a closet in a bedroom of the shack and suddenly heard the sounds of raccoons within the room.  He cocked his gun and aimed it at the floor, slowly looking down.  Out of the darkness jumped a zombie of one of the raccoons.  It was also a skeleton, and the thing clung onto Pa's face, going wild.  As he screamed in surprised terror, Pa fired the shotgun in the air, then dropped it.  The skeletal-zombie of the animal insanely made its raccoon noises, as it wildly bit Pa's face.  Pa screamed, falling onto the bed.  Robert ran into the bedroom, seeing the raccoon skeleton bite Pa's throat.  Robert turned around in terror with wide-eyes, hearing the sounds of flesh tearing and his father's screams stopping.  Robert turned back, seeing that Pa was now dead in bed, his body lying still in the shadows.  The zombie of the raccoon made more of its noises wildly, as the skeleton scurried off the bed and back into the darkness.  The zombie of the raccoon scurried out of the bedroom and Robert got the shotgun, rushing out too.  The decaying-skeleton of the raccoon jumped up, on the counter in the kitchen, growling away at Robert as he rushed in.

"WHAT IN TARNATION!?!" he screamed at the thing and pulled the trigger, but it was empty.  The rotting remains of the raccoon jumped at him, but Robert backed up, the raccoon skeleton landing on the floor.  Robert ran out of the shack and towards the shed.  He found the door of the shed partially-open and ran inside.  Robert turned on the overhead light and loaded the shotgun with a bullet from on the table.  "Y'all come get me ya stupid zombie coon" he said.  The skeletal-zombie of the second raccoon leaped up, on Robert's back, startling him, causing the gun to go off.  He screamed as the skeleton of the raccoon wildly made its raccoon noises, attacking and gnawing on his neck.  Robert screamed in pain and fell to the floor on his stomach.  As the insane skeleton of the raccoon gnawed on his neck, the first one scurried by the open-door of the shack and stopped, making its insane raccoon sounds.  Robert looked up, seeing the zombie of the first raccoon and screamed.  It then scurried into the shack from out, in the darkness and bit his throat, gnawing on it.  Robert was killed and the two zombies of the living-dead raccoons continued gnawing insanely on his corpse.

Pa and his Son Robert wanted their skins and furs, but also got FEARS too eh, kiddies?  What an eerie RACCOON TAIL that was aha-ha-ha-ha-ha.  They shouldn't have been so bad and sadistic, because the living-dead raccoons went STRAIGHT FOR THE THROAT hee-hee-hee-hee!  Pa and Robert were not expecting quite a BONE-US for their hunting heh-heh-heh.