Skeleton Key

Hello again Kiddies! I was just tuning into the classic OLD-SLIME t.v. show DIFFERENT CHOKES with SCARY COLEMAN aha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha. But BILE I'm watching that, here's another PUTRID-PROGRAM for you kiddies, I call...

It was back in September of 1970, when a teacher stood within a classroom in King High School, out, in Colorado one day. The class consisted of teenage hippies and the teacher wrote on the chalkboard: "ENGLISH LESSON 9: SHAKESPEARE'S MACBETH!". He turned around to the class and said, "okay, Class, please open your books of William Shakespeare's Classic Play Macbeth!". The hippies all did and a bully walked into the classroom then. He handed the teacher a note. "Thank you, Charlie, take your seat and open your book of Macbeth please" the teacher said to him. "Yes Mr. Sweeney" Charlie replied to him and sat down at a desk.

Later that afternoon, Charlie was walking away from King High School with three hippies. Charlie carried a paper and said to the hippies: "Mr. Sweeney gave me an F on my English Exam today fellas!". "Sorry, Charlie. You should try to do better instead of harassin' the nerds in school man" one of the hippies replied. "Ah, shut up, Wally. What do you know" he replied to him being mean. "Hey, Charlie, peace man!" Wally said to him, giving him the peace sign. During that night, the bully crawled through an open-window of a home and wandered into the kitchen from the living-room. Mr. Sweeney was eating a peanut-butter and jelly sandwich at the table and Charlie pulled a gun out of his jacket-pocket, shooting Mr. Sweeney and killing him from behind. Charlie grabbed Mr. Sweeney's corpse and pulled it into a hallway. The bully stuffed it into a closet, locked it and stuck the key into a vent within the wall beside the bottom of the closet. He then quickly took off through the open-window in the living room then, Five years later, a little boy wandered by the closet and into the living-room. Wally sat on a sofa beside a hippie lady in the room. "Daddy, can I play outside please?" the young boy asked Wally. "Alright, Lenny, have fun with your ball, but be careful please" he answered him with a smile. Lenny ran out of the living-room and the lady sitting next to Wally got up and turned on a record-player with a record on it. Davy Jones And The Monkees sang Daydream Believer on the record and Wally got up from the sofa, and danced with her then.

Meanwhile, Lenny carried a red ball through the hall and heard a distorted-voice from the closet call, "Lenny, help me please my boy. Find the skeleton key!". Lenny stopped at the closet and replied: "who are you? Mama and Daddy can't get this door open". "I am Mr. Sweeney. Please help me, Lenny" the distorted voice called from within the closet, introducing itself. Lenny put his red ball down and looked for the skeleton key on the floor. beside his ball. He reached into the vent and pulled the key out of it. "I found it Mr. Sweeney" Lenny called to him. The boy unlocked the closet-door abnd opened it then. There was the living-dead zombie of Mr. Sweeney, crammed within the closet, being a decayed-skeleton. The zombie of Mr. Sweeney still had his brown hair in a pony-tail, and he cackled in his distorted-voice in his old white collared-shirt, black dress-pants, black loafers and black tie. The zombified-skeleton stepped out of the closet and patted Lenny on his head with his skeletal-hand. "Thank you so much my boy" the zombie of Mr. Sweeney told Lenny in its eerie, distorted voice, then stepped passed him, his boney cracking. It was sunset and Charlie sat within a small shack. Charlie drank a bottle of gin as he sat on a sofa flicking-open a pocket-knife. The eerie distorted laughter of Mr. Sweeney's zombie suddenly was heard outside then. The bully immediately looked over and his front door opened. The rotting-skeleton of his high school teacher stepped into his living-room, causing more sickening-sounds of cracking-bones to be heard.

"Charlie, I have come for you" Mr. Sweeney cackled eerily at the bully. Charlie screamed in horror. "MR. SWEENEY????!!!" he screamed, jumping up immediately from his couch. Charlie ran to the rotting zombie, smashing his bottle of gin over his skull, but the skeleton cackled eerily and clutched him with its boney-hands around his throat. As the dead man choked him, the bully dropped his knife and writhed about. The zombified-corpse snapped Charlie's neck, killing him instantly. Meanwhile, Wally looked in their closet, as the hippie lady hugged Lenny. "We moved into Mr. Sweeney's house here five years ago after graduating, since he went missing, Anna baby" Wally said to the hippie lady. "Yeah, I remember. That was when Lenny was born, Wally" Anna responded. "Mr. Sweeney walked out of here. He looked spooky Mama" Lenny told Anna. The skeleton of Mr. Sweeney crammed the dead body of Charlie into a closet in Charlie's living room. Laughing eerily, the zombie of Mr. Sweeney shut the door and locked it with a key.

Mr. Sweeney's plan was KEY in the end eh? Aha-ha-ha-ha-ha. OF CORPSE, Charlie had a LOCKED-FACE when he saw Mr. Sweeney's ha-ha-ha-ha! So, see you HORROR-HOUNDS next time for MORGUE MAYHEM heh-heh.