The Witch Of Creekwood

Hee-Hee, there all you kiddies are! Wondering what ROTTING-RECIPE I have in my PUTRID-POT? Heh-Heh, good! It SCREAMS that I have one that is quite THE GHOST OF THE TOWN, about a couple of town criminals who wonder WITCH WAY to go, entitled...

Back in October of 1899, two boys ran through the town of Creekwood, Maine, one rainy afternoon. They both ran to the spinning red, white and blue-striped-pole in front of the barbershop and stopped. They pulled harmonicas out of their shirt-pockets and played "Polly Wolly Doodle" on them together then. When the boys were finished playing the song, one said to the other: "that was good Andrew". "Thanks, Edgar, not too bad yourself" Andrew responded to him. "Hey, thanks" Edgar said to him and he and Andrew saw an old woman walking towards them. "Why, good afternoon boys. Marvelous work in school today" she said to Andrew and Edgar. "Good afternoon, Miss Thompson, thank you ma'am" they responded to her. "Ah, you are quite welcome, Andrew and Edgar. Have a splendid afternoon boys" Miss Thompson said to them, smiled and walked away. "Thanks. You too, Miss Thompson ma'am" the boys said and the barber came out of the barbershop then. "Ah, hello boys!" the barber said to Andrew and Edgar. "Hi Mr. Kinnard sir" they replied to him. Mr. Kinnard walked away. Meanwhile, Miss Thompson walked into a home and Mr. Kinnard ran to it, peeking into her window. As Miss Thompson stood within her hall, a man came out of a room and grabbed her arms. As Miss Thompson struggled, her front door burst-open and Mr. Kinnard stood in the doorway with a razor. He rose the razor in the air and lowered it. The sound of Miss Thompson screaming was heard within the neighborhood. Her dead body was slumped over in the man's hands and he dropped it. "Well, Mr. Kinnard, we you finally killed this witch sir" he said to him. "Yes I did indeed Mr. Grable sir. We did it" he responded to the man.

That November, Edgar and Andrew walked to Mr. Kinnard's barbershop as it snowed. Mr. Kinnard came outside and said to them: "good day boys. A fair is mysteriously in town here". "Good day, Mr. Kinnard sir. Wow, a fair golly gee!!" Andrew and Edgar answered him. Mr. Kinnard walked up the cobblestone-street and the boys followed him. The three of them got to the outskirts of Creekwood and saw a Ferris wheel. Mr. Grable stood by the ride and saw the boys and Mr. Kinnard. "Hello, Mr. Kinnard. Boys. A fair is oddly here in Creekwood in November. On the night of our town's Centennial too" Mr. Grable said to them. There was a figure dressed in a black veil and a white dress on the other side of the Ferris wheel and they wandered over to Edgar, Andrew, Mr. Kinnard and Mr. Grable. As Mr. Grable smoked a cigar, the figure pointed a rotted-finger at him. "Pardon me ma'am, who are you?" Mr. Grable asked the figure. "I, sir, am the owner of this fair. You can ride this Ferris wheel for free, along with the rest of you here" the figure responded in a raspy-voice. "Why, thank you ma'am!" the four of them said to her. "After you Mr. Grable!" Mr. Kinnard said to him. "Thank you, Mr. Kinnard" he responded, and he sat down in one of the seats of the Ferris wheel. Mr. Kinnard sat down beside him and the boys took a another seat on the Ferris wheel. The safety bars came over Andrew and Edgar, and Mr. Grable and Mr. Kinnard. The ride started to turn. As the Ferris wheel turned round and round, the mysterious owner of the fair cackled eerily in their raspy-voice. Edgar and Andrew cheered as the ride turned faster and quicker. The the ferris wheel spun around at breakneck speed then, and the owner cackled louder and louder. The ride slowed to a halt then, and the boys got off. "Golly, that was sure fast and fun, Andrew" Edgar said to him. "Yes indeed it was Edgar" he replied, agreeing. "Say, where did Mr. Kinnard and Mr. Grable go?" Andrew asked the creepy owner of the fair. Their seat on the Ferris wheel was mysteriously empty. "Oh, my dear boy, they will be around" she told him with an eerie cackle, as she put a rotted-hand on a shoulder of each of the boys. "Oh, well, thanks a lot ma'am. Have a good day" Andrew and Edgar told her. "Why, thank you boys. You have a splendid day also" the mysterious lady told them and they ran off within the falling-snow.

That night, the townspeople were standing by the Ferris wheel. There was now a white circus tent on the other side of the ride and the owner of the fair stood outside of it still dressed in her white dress and black veil. Edgar and Andrew stood within the crowd and Edgar said to Andrew, "the owner of this fair reminds me of our former Teacher Miss Thompson Andrew". "Yeah she does indeed, Edgar" he responded, agreeing. An old man walked out of the crowd and stood in front of it. "Dear Residents Of Creekwood, Maine, good evening. Welcome to The Centennial Of Creekwood. I, Mayor Douglas, am very proud to serve you as your mayor here, of a town that had been founded back on this grand day of November 18th, 1799. This to our surprise, is a grand fair that has arrived today" he announced to the townsfolk with a smile. The crowd applauded and cheered. The mysterious owner of the fair opened the circus tent and Mayor Douglas along with the crowd went into it then. As the crowd took seats on the bleachers, Mr. Grable and Mr. Kinnard were dressed in orange leotards and both stood within the center of the place. They were in a trance, gazing forward and not blinking. The mysterious owner of the fair wandered to the middle of the circus tent and announced to the townsfolk: "Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls of Creekwood, welcome to my fair here. Mr. Kinnard The Barber and Mr. Grable The Librarian, shall perform The High-Wire Act!". The crowd applauded. Mr. Kinnard The Barber and Mr. Grable The Librarian climbed up a pole, held their arms out from side to side, and stepped onto the wire. As they walked slowly across it, the mysterious owner of the fair removed her black veil, being the zombie of Miss Thompson, having rotting eye sockets. She eerily cackled. The crowd screamed in surprised-horror, as the long and scraggly gray hair of Miss Thompson's zombie blew eerily.

Mr. Kinnard and Mr. Grable fell and the zombie of the witch stuck her rotting-hands up in the air, magically-causing an ax to appear up, above her within a puff of green magical smoke. The ax flew up to the Mr. Kinnard's neck and the crowd gasped in horror, as the sound of chopping was heard. Then, the townsfolk gasped again as the sound of chopping was heard a second time. "Miss Thompson magically-made that axe chop the heads of Mr. Kinnard and Mr. Grable off!" Edgar said to Andrew. "Yeah, and now their heads have transformed into skulls!!" Andrew responded. The zombie of Miss Thompson cackled and caught the skulls of Mr. Kinnard and Mr. Grable within her rotting-hands, as screams were heard. The zombified-witch juggled their skulls, as her rotting-eye-sockets began to ooze green slime. "Mr. Kinnard The Barber killed me last month ladies and gentlemen, planned with Mr. Grable The Librarian!" the zombie of Miss Thompson explained to the residents of Creekwood, in her raspy-voice. Mayor Douglas and the rest of the crowd except for Edgar and Andrew rushed out of the witch's circus tent. The boys ran over to their living-dead school teacher, with wide-eyes. As Miss Thompson's rotting zombie cackled eerily, and kept juggling Mr. Kinnard and Mr. Grable's skulls, Andrew said to her, "good evening, Miss Thompson ma'am, you were a kind School Teacher of ours. Edgar and I are sorry that you were killed". Edgar nodded to her. "Good evening, Andrew and Edgar Why, thank you both. I returned from my grave to come for Mr. Kinnard and Mr. Grable" she replied in her raspy voice and cackled away again. Andrew and Edgar ran out of her circus tent and as the boys ran back into Creekwood, the zombie's eerie laughter echoed through the evening.

What a HACK-CT that was for Mr. Kinnard and Mr. Grable eh? Ha-Ha! What SKULLS do they have for THE DIE WIRE ACT too hee-hee-hee-hee. To be FAIR, Miss Thompson got TWO BONE-USES there aha-ha-ha-ha-ha.