THE TENANTS OF TERROR

Hee-Hee, how about a REVOLTING-RESERVATION at my favorite restaurant DEAD LOBSTER boys and girls? THE DEAD COOK of the place is quite a SEASHELL OF A MAN heh-heh-heh-heh! Might I recommend getting THE CHEDDAR SLAY BISCUITS? Good! But on our way there, try this FISHERMAN'S CATCH, called...

An apartment building stood over in southwest-New Jersey, on a windy night of March, 1961. A sign out in front of it read: "MISS CARTWRIGHT'S APARTMENTS FOR RENTING INFORMATION, PLEASE CALL: 330-459-3273" on it. Within the place, an elderly lady walked through a hallway with an axe. She quietly opened a door of an apartment and saw a middle-aged man asleep in a chair in the living-room. The elderly woman went into the home, closed the door, rose the weapon in the air over the guy's head and lowered it quickly, causing the sound of the ax slicing into flesh to be heard. The old woman came out of the apartment and then wandered across the hall into another apartment. She found a young couple sleeping in the bedroom and raised her weapon within the shadows up, above the snoring man. In the morning, she was sitting in a room at a desk, drinking a bottle of gin. A young woman came into the room then. "Good morning, Miss Cartwright, how are you doing ma'am?" the young woman asked the elderly woman. "Good morning, Betty, just fine thank you. How are you doing this morning?" Miss Cartwright responded, asking her. "That's good. Good thank you. I must be the first of your tenants up today. Nobody else besides us are awake yet" Betty answered her with a smile. "Ah, yes, ma'am. They must all be asleep still" Miss Cartwright said to Betty, taking a swig of gin. Miss Cartwright got up from her desk and walked to Betty. "You tenants of mine here shall all pay me all the money you make, Betty. But for that, you will have to all die. And you are my last victim!!" she explained to her, and pulled her ax out from behind her back. "MISS CARTWRIGHT NO PLEASE!!!!" Betty shouted in terror to her and Miss Cartwright swung the weapon at Betty's neck.

That afternoon, old Miss Cartwright walked downstairs with four checks in her hand. "Well, these are all of their checks that they had in their apartments here" she said to herself, going into her office and sitting down at her desk. She put the four checks into one of the desk-drawers and drank the rest of her bottle of gin. The grandfather clock within Miss Cartwright's office struck "2:00 p.m." and the sounds of dishes smashing was heard suddenly. Miss Cartwright went to the doorway of the kitchen and there was the headless zombie of the middle aged man. The living dead man stood around four broken plates on the kitchen floor in his red pajamas, green robe and rotting-feet of yellow. Sickening-black veins were tangled around the zombie's feet, hands and neck-stump. The yellow-skinned zombie came forward towards Miss Cartwright, as she screamed in shocked terror. Miss Cartwright screamed: "MR. PATTERSON NO!" at the zombie and ran as fast as she could upstairs. Miss Cartwright grabbed her axe from against one of the hallway walls. She crept to the top of the stairs, seeing the headless zombie of Mr. Patterson stumbling to the bottom of them. Miss Cartwright screamed and the rotting-yellow-skinned and black-veined dead man climbed the staircase. When he got up to the top step, Miss Cartwright swung her axe at him, plunging it into his dead chest. The zombie of Mr. Patterson fell backwards, down the stairs. Then, there was the sound of dripping water coming from one of the apartments.

Miss Cartwright rushed into where the sound came from. It was the apartment where the young couple were sleeping in the night before. Old Miss Cartwright heard the dripping water coming from their bathroom and opened the bathroom-door. The sounds of dripping water was from the bathtub, but there wasn't water in it. It was filled with yellow slime, and the faucet of the tub was dripping with yellow slime. Within the bathtub of slime was the zombie of the young man. He too was headless like the zombie of Mr. Patterson was, having rotting flesh of yellow along with black veins too. The dead man was dressed in a pair of blue pajamas, his decaying-hands with black fingernails clung to the sides of the tub. Miss Cartwright screamed in more horror. "Mr. Nantucket!!" she said, gasping in fright. Then, a pair of rotting-hands of yellow with more black veins grabbed ahold of her shoulders from behind. Miss Cartwright jerked, screaming being surprised and whirled around. It was the zombie of Mr. Patterson once again with the axe still within his dead chest. The headless zombie of Mr. Nantucket climbed out of the bathtub, yellow slime oozing out, onto the floor, and stumbled towards Miss Cartwright. Both zombies picked her up and carried her as she screamed and writhed in terror, over to a laundry shoot in Mr. Nantucket's bathroom.

The dead men both threw her down it, as she screamed over and over. Miss Cartwright fell, screaming and screaming. She landed on an old, ratty mattress down in the basement of the apartment building and moved her head around from side to side, groaning. Miss Cartwright slowly got to her feet and two figures emerged from the shadows of the cellar. They were two more headless zombies, both also having rotting skin of yellow and black veins. One was of Betty, in her navy blue blouse and skirt, stumbling towards Miss Cartwright in her navy blue high heels and hose. The second one, was of the young woman who from Mr. Nantucket's bedroom, dressed in a pink nightgown. "Mrs. Nantucket!" Miss Cartwright screamed at the zombie in the nightgown. "Betty!!" she screamed at the other zombie. The zombie of Mr. Nantucket fell out of the laundry shoot then, followed by Mr. Patterson's zombie, both landing on their dead, yellow, black-veiny-feet on the mattress. Laughter from a small group began cackling from a wall in the basement. The laughter came from the heads of Betty, Mrs. Nantucket, Mr. Nantucket and Mr. Patterson, as they all sat in a row on a shelf. Their zombified-heads all head rotting yellow skin and black veins also. They all had solid-white eyes with no pupils in them. The zombified-head of Betty with its long, curly hair of red said to Miss Cartwright: "well, Miss Cartwright, I guess we're a HEAD of you!". The zombified-head of Mrs. Nantucket with its short, blond straight hair chimed in: "that's right, Miss Cartwright, you are all ours now!". The dead head of Mr. Nantucket with its straight, brown hair uttered, "you old bag, Miss Cartwright!" to her, and the dead head of Mr. Patterson with its curly-hair of blonde uttered: "hey, Miss Cartwright, I can be a CUT UP ma'am!" to her. Miss Cartwright screamed in terror at the zombified-heads, then the headless zombie of Mr. Patterson swung her ax at her, plunging it into her back, as it stood behind her. Miss Cartwright coughed and fell over dead.

Well, Mr. Nantucket made that tale A-HEAD OF ITS SLIME eh, boys and ghouls? He and Mr. Patterson made MISS CARTFRIGHT DROP IN for the PUTRID-PARTY aha-ha-ha-ha-ha! They all were pretty AX-CITED to see her heh-heh-heh. By the way kiddies, who ordered WALT'S SLAY-VORITE SHRIMP and SCARE-RROT ISLE CHOKE-CONUT SHRIMP? Hee-Hee-Hee-Hee!