Critters

Back for a SECOND SLIME boys and GHOULS? Good! You know, here within my CASTLE, I come across some bugs here and there. But, they’re nothing like the things that a bad apartment owner discovers in COM-SCARE-RISON hee-hee-hee! This SLOP-SERVING is called...

It was an early-Winter night back in 1943, up, in New York City, where an old man sat in an office of an apartment building. He smoked a cigar as he listened to the radio. On it, Little Orphan Annie came on. The old man turned off the radio then, stood up and walked over to the window, puffing his cigar. “Those darn residents here, always paying me what they can afford for rent! Well, I will steal all their wages once I kill them all” the old man said to himself, smoking away. He got a butcher’s knife out of a drawer in his desk and walked out of the office.

The apartment owner walked up a hall and opened one of the apartment-doors. He saw a middle-aged man asleep in a chair in the front room, walked into the home, shut the door behind him, and raised the knife within the air. Just then, there was the sound of scurrying around within the bathroom. It was loud and the apartment building owner went into the bathroom where the door was open. There was a huge critter the size of an average human scurrying backwards, in front of the bathtub. It resembled a yellowish spider, and was scaly. The monster growled deeply and the apartment building owner screamed in horror, backing away. The middle-aged tenant woke up and the old man looked over at him, then back into the bathroom. The spider-like critter was mysteriously not there anymore.

“Oh, um, good evening, Mr. Wendell. Can I help you sir?” the tenant said to the apartment building owner, asking. “Um, good evening, Mr. Reed. I was uh, baking a cake and about to cut it. Would you care for some sir?” Mr. Wendell said, replying. “Sure Mr. Wendell. Thank you. I do have a bit of a sweet tooth” Mr. Reed said, answering. Mr. Wendell and Mr. Reed walked into Mr. Wendell’s office and Mr. Reed looked at the desk, asking Mr. Wendell: “where’s the cake, Mr. Wendell?”. Mr. Wendell cut Mr. Reed in the shadows with his knife in Mr. Reed’s shoulder blade, Mr. Reed screamed in pain and swung around immediately, clutching it. Mr. Wendell shoved him into a corner, saying to him, “I am going to kill all of you tenants Mr. Reed and collect all the money that you people have!”. Mr. Reed kicked him in the kneecap, Mr. Wendell cried out in pain and Mr. Reed ran out of Mr. Wendell’s office. Mr. Wendell limped, holding his kneecap, into the hallway, seeing Mr. Reed’s apartment-door open. He limped into Mr. Reed’s home, suddenly seeing four of the human-sized spider-like critters within Mr. Reed’s living room. The yellowish, scaly monsters growled lowly at the old man, menacingly, and crawled to him with their eight spider-like legs, making the sounds of loud scurrying. Mr. Wendell dropped his knife, screaming, the critters growling deeply at him, blue-colored slime dripping out of their mouths.

The four critters attacked Mr. Wendell, sinking their spider-like fangs into his writhing-chest and arms. Within the morning, Mr. Reed came out of his bedroom, with a bandaged shoulder blade. He looked at the his shut door, seeing Mr. Wendell’s skeleton it’s side on the floor by the door. “I see that you met my Critters, Mr. Wendell sir ha-ha” he laughed, drinking a bottle of Bourbon.

Ha-Ha-Ha-Ha, that really BITES for Old Mr. Wendell eh, Kiddies? Mr. Reed Critters got all FED UP with Mr. Wendell and wanted a MID-FRIGHT SNACK ha-ha! Mr. Reed ended up taking care of the apartment building’s PEST hee-hee!

The monster within Mr. Reed's bathroom.