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"Let's Finish The Game!"

Hia BOILS AND GHOULS, I was just playing a game of CONNECT GORE with my BEST FIENDS.  Heh-Heh, that's FRIGHT, I, CREEPS, enjoy all sorts of board games, including the ones from KILL-TON BRADLEY hee-hee-hee-hee-hee!  SHRIEKING OF GAMES, here's a NASTY-NUGGET about a player who still KEEPS HORROR I mean score in his game with his old FIEND I call...

It was a hot night up, in New York City, where an older man was in the kitchen of his apartment, pouring a glass of Ripple from a bottle by his sink back in 1969.  Davy Jones And The Monkees were singing "Daydream Believer" on the radio in his front room, and the doorbell rang.  The guy answered the door and a person in a green bowler derby was on the stoop.  "Evenin', Jacob, it's me, Neil" the person said to the older man.  "Neil?  I haven't seen or heard from you in two years m'friend.  Come on in what a surprise!" Jacob responded, surprised.  "Thank you my Friend" Neil added and walked on in.  Neil kept his brown gloved-hands over his face and Jacob made it to the chess table in the front room.

"Take a seat at your old spot at my Chess table Neil and I'll get you a drink" Jacob told him.  "Thanks Jacob.  We didn't conclude our match I remember" Neil put it and took a chair by the Chess board.  "Yes, I remember now" Jacob remembered and poured Neil a glass of Ripple from the bottle in the kitchen.  "Let's finish the game!" Neil remarked.  "Ok, here's some Ripple!" Jacob spoke, handing him his glass.  "Thank you" Neil remarked.  "What's a wrong with your face eh?" Jacob wondered of him.  "Ah, you're going to scream in horror my Friend.  Please, dim the light" he insisted.  "Oh, well, alright then" Jacob agreed, as The Byrds sang "Turn! Turn! Turn!" on the radio.  Neil's face was in the shadows when Jacob dimmed the lamp.  They played Chess and drank their Ripple.

Fourteen minutes went by, and Jacob muttered to Neil, "congratulations you won Neil".  "Thank you, Jacob.  Not too shabby yourself!" he thanked him.  "Here, I'll turn my radio back on to celebrate ha-ha" Jacob laughed.  "I am hot in these gloves and I should reveal to you that I am dead.  I have been for two years, Jacob.  I wished to complete our Chess match!" Neil revealed.  "What?!?" Jacob asked, confused.  He brightened his lamp as his friend took off his gloves and cracked his boney-hands.  Neil's face was that of a skeleton's, all rotting and void of flesh.  Maggots coated his black overcoat, as worms wiggled and crawled out of his decayed-nose-hole.

It looks like Neil just had SKELETONS OF FUN with Jacob eh, kiddies?  He didn't let a GRAVE SITUATION keep him and his friend from finishing their Chess game ha-ha-ha.
The Goblin's Cottage

SAL-GOO-TATIONS FIENDS!  I am just SLAYING a GHASTLY-GAME OF CASKETBALL!  Our SCREAM has won the championship, even though the game made us all start COFFIN A LOT hee-hee-hee-hee-hee.  It is 10-4 on the GOREBOARD and our SCREAM'S next strategy is an INTER-FEAR-RANCE with a TALE OF TERROR.  We call it...

There were three boys carrying fishing-rods through the backwoods down in northwestern-Kentucky, back in the Spring of 1878.  They all played: "My Old Kentucky Home" on their harmonicas together, and made it to a small river.  Two of the kids looked across the creek and saw a cottage by the riverbank.  "My Grandpa says that there cottage is haunted and the home of some goblin fellas" one boy explained to the other ones.  "Oh, let's watch if that ol' goblin comes out then, Wally" another one said to the boy.  "Alright Edward" Wally replied to him.  "We came down to this here creek t'fish fellas" the third boy stated.  "Well, we can watch for the goblin while we fish David!" Wally said to him.  "Alright then" David agreed.  Wally, Edward and David sat down on the other riverbank and cast their hooks and lines into the water.  The boys gazed across the creek at the cottage and it looked quiet.

Soon, David, Wally and Edward caught some fish and then viewed the cottage.  The window opened slightly.  "Come on" Edward said and jumped across the creek, Wally and David sloshing through the water after him.  They got a close peek at the window and saw some figure moving inside.  A rainstorm came and it poured in the area.  "Well, let's get nice and dry Friends.  Y'all follow me" Wally said and they ran into the place when he got the front door open.  Dark enveloped the house and the boys crept quietly through it.  "Why are we in here Wally?" Edward asked, whispering.  "Yeah?" David agreed, in a whisper.  "I love adventure" Wally answered.

The figure approached the boys and it was a 4-foot tall goblin, with shining-white flesh and the kids froze in fear.  The goblin wore a black robe and his fingers were extremely long and dangly.  The monster gave a high screech and glared at the boys with its solid-black eyes.  The goblin touched Edward's neck and he began to sweat in terror.  The creature showed fangs of yellow, extremely pointed, bent and long.  Then, the thing yanked on its head, ripping the bald-thing with its pointed-ears clean off.  Yellow-ooze oozed and poured out of the stump of the goblin's neck, along with its head.  The goblin threw its head at the boys, shrieking away.  The head landed in David's hands and he screamed.  The boys fled the cottage when David dropped the head.

It is a good thing that Wally, Edward and David fled the cottage, because that monster probably would start GOBLIN THEM UP ha-ha-ha-ha!  At least David GOT A-HEAD OF THINGS in the end there aha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!
The Zoo Exhibit

Back again Kiddies?  Heh-Heh, well, I was just watching The Food Network.  GORE-DON RAMSEY was making a tasty-looking SOU-SLAY, having quite a KILLER APPETITE hee-hee.  Tonight's APPETIZER is about an exhibit at a zoo...

A sign was up, above the gates that read, "FRANKLIN LOCAL ZOO" on it in capital-letters, over in Indiana one day.  It was back in the Spring of 1921, and in the zoo, crowds were viewing tigers in a caged environment.  Near the caged environment for the tigers, there was another caged environment with a cave in it among a rocky-atmosphere.  "Yes ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, there is a tamed creature of maximum strength and giant capacity in this caged environment here.  It is a beast not many have ever seen in their lives, folks!" a zoo-keeper explained to a crowd.  "None of us can seem to get the beast to emerge from its cave in broad daylight.  It seems to be nocturnal" he added.

Meanwhile, three teenage bullies were over by the gates.  They stood there and tripped a young nerd with their legs.  He fell to the ground, cryoing out in pain.  "Oh, look where you are walking at you freak" they told him.  "YOU TRIPPED ME FELLAS.  MY KNEE HURTS!!" the nerd boy yelled in pain, holding his one knee.  "Be quiet you geek!" the bullies yelled at him and hit him in the chest, then ran from Franklin Zoo.  Later, that night, the young nerd was walking with the zoo-keeper.  "Do not worry Son, those teenagers will get what is coming to them soon enough.  I promise you that" the zoo-keeper explained to him.  "Yes Daddy" the nerd said to him.  The three punks broke into the zoo and roamed around, smoking cigarettes.

They whistled, Jimmy Crack Corn together and one passed the others a bottle of gin of which they all shared, drinking it down.  The zoo keeper spotted them and told his nerd son: "wait right here at this spot."  "Okay Daddy" he agreed.  The zoo keeper opened the caged-environment of the beast and he whistled at the cave within it.  The noise of a deep-yawn was heard within the black hole of the cave.  The bullies passed by the caged enviroment labeled in white, "The Zoo Exhibit" on a plank above the cage, that was tied to it.  "What's that fellas?" one of the bullies asked, hearing the low sounds of breathing.  A massive ape-like beast of red fur bounded from out of the cave at them, roaring.  It landed on top of a punk and swung its giant claws into his neck and throat, killing him, as he screamed.  Then, the ape-monster glared at the remaining two, its eyes gleaming-red in the night.  The thing charged, gripping at their ankles as they tried to run, screaming.  The thing roared, biting one bully's head in the dark, while driving its claws into the other one's back, killing both of them at the same time.  The ape-monster drug the corpses into its home and into its cave, as it roared in the night.

Well, what a ZOO-CREEPER that guy was, letting one of his AX-OTIC BEASTS RUN WILD hee-hee.  Things kind of HAPPENED IN A FLESH for the punks, with the monster getting UNDER THEIR SKIN.  It became a big HORROR-DEAL when it WENT APE ALL OVER THEM ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!
The Visitor

Heh-Heh welcome to my CASTLE for more SKIN-PEELING-SCARE-A-NADES, in this FOURTEENTH ISSUE OF CREEPS CASTLE, Kiddies!  I am cooking up a RUMP-GHOST for a LOCAL FIEND.  In the MEANSLIME, here's an EERIE-ENTREE for you, I call...

A boy fell asleep in his bed one cold-evening in his farmhouse down, in Kentucky, back in December of 1922.  It had only been a few moments, when he awoke to the sound of boots shuffling.  The boy saw a man in a light-blue hat and trench-coat.  His skin was red and rotting.  His eyes shined bright-green and the creepy man stepped to the boy's bedside in his light-blue boots.

As the boy silently watched, the man reached out to him, with a red-fleshy-clawed-hand, stroking the boy's face.  As the boy sat up, the creepy man was immediately gone.  The boy sighed in relief, laying back down in bed.  But before he could fall asleep again, the creature materialized once more.  It was near his wall across the room and it said in a quiet-voice: "I am The Visitor boy.  I came from the shadows of the night to watch you sleep!".

"What do you want?" the boy asked.  The Visitor smiled and replied, "I come to feed off your emotions is all boy!".  The moonlight shined across the creature's face, through the window.  He showed white, sharpened-fangs and vanished.

It looks like that kid and that creature will become BEST FIENDS eh, kiddies?  Hee-Hee-Hee-Hee!  If his folks ever find out about the monster, the boy can always COVER-UP ABOUT HIM...IN HIS BED THAT IS!  My cooking was FRIGHT the success!!!  My FIEND enjoyed the MAIN CORPSE of my HOMEMADE RAISIN BRAINS Ha-Ha-Ha-Ha!
We All Scream For Ice Cream

Greetings once again Kiddies and welcome once again to THE THIRTY-FIRST ISSUE OF CREEP'S CASTLE Heh-Heh!  I, your GRANDFATHER OF GOOSEBUMPS CREEPS, am here yet again to GARGLE GAGAZINES OF GORE for you ha-ha.  Tonight's TREAT OF TERROR, is something to make your BONES FREEZE and CRACK.  I call it...

It was a summer day back in 1961, in a Suburb of southern-California, where an ice cream truck drove slowly down the neighborhood.  As it played: "Pop!  Goes The Weasel" over its speaker, children gathered on the sidewalk.  The ice cream truck pulled over and the ice cream man gazed out the window of his truck.  "Hey, kids, who wants a treat?" he called out with a laugh.  "We do!!!!" the kids said.  "Okey dokey then.  Come pick out some tooty frooties in my truck here!" the ice cream man said with a grinning-face.  The next week, a newspaper on a doorstep in the suburb read, "CHILDREN MISSING AFTER SEEING ICE CREAM MAN!".  A police car was parked beside the sidewalk where the truck had pulled over at a week earlier.  Two cops were inside.  Meanwhile, the ice cream man was on his back porch three blocks away, drinking a bottle of Ripple in a lawn-chair.  He drunkenly held up a newspaper, seeing the headline.  "They're writing about me and those kids eh" the ice cream man drunkenly murmured to himself.  He nodded off.  When he woke, it was evening out.

He dropped the bottle, smashing it and spilling the Ripple, as well as dropped the newspaper.  The ice cream man drunkenly wandered into his house, going into his garage.  "I need to sell more ice cream!" he muttered to himself, and opened the garage-door.  He climbed into the truck and drove away.  "I am The Ice Cream Man now where are those kids at?" the guy drunkenly wondered.  Suddenly, he heard the back doors of the truck openas he stopped at the end of the street.  "We all scream for ice cream" a shorus of kids sang out.  The guy looked out his window, seeing the same kids from the week before, approaching him.  Three girls and two boys, who were dead.  In the street-lights, the girls had white, pale skin, dressed in pink dresses and with no eyeballs, with ratty, hair of long blonde curls.  The boys wore white shirts, with black shorts, having white and pale skin too, also without eyes.  Their hair was still oily and straight red.  The zombies came to the man in their bare feet and he screamed, "I KILLED YOU KIDS!!!".  He drove into a tree, wrecking and as he got out of the truck, the zombies circled around him singing: "we all scream for ice cream" over and over, as they pulled the guy down.  The zombies bit into the man's head, killing him, as he screamed.

Hee-Hee, well, that was COOL as well as GHOUL wasn't it kids?  Those kids did get QUITE A TREAT in the end by giving the ice cream man his JUST DESSERTS ha-ha-ha-ha-ha.  He CHILLY was a TERROR-RRIFIC ICE SCREAM MAN in the end there Hee-Hee-Hee!
The Witch Cult

Oh, there you are Kiddies.  You are just in time to join my GRUESOME-GROUP!  We do a lot of HEXERCISES and SCARE-ROBICS hee-hee-hee-hee-hee!  On the SLOPIC, here's a tale about another GRUELING-GROUP, that will WORKOUT some SCARES FOR THE FRIGHT!  I call it...

One calm night back in 1914, a young man was driving his car down a dirt-road up, in New England, going through a forest.  He noticed a campfire in the wilderness and pulled over his car.  The young man watched as shadows moved around the fire.  One of the shadows, moved out of the woods, to the car.  It was a young woman in a hood and cloak, and she said to the young man, "hello George, thank you for coming to take me home dear!".  "Hello, Margaret, I see that your book club is having a little campfire behind the cabin" George replied.  "Oh, yes!" Margaret said, as George came around and let her into the car.  He kissed his wife on the lips, got back into his car and rode away.  The next week, Margaret returned outside of the cabin by the campfire in the woods.  She held hands with three other young women, forming a circle around the blazing-fire.  It was evening yet again, and the ladies chanted together: "Sarah our Friend, come to us and be apart of our witch cult once more!".  Within the campfire, materialized an apparition of another young lady.  She was in another cloak and hood of red like Margaret and the other three were, and her skin was a dead-white and extremely pale.  The spirit's hair was long, black and straight, with her eyes being a pupil-less, eerie-black.

"Hello my dear Friends, how I have missed you all" the ghost said to Margaret and the other three, seeming to float out of the flames of the small campfire.  "How nice it is to see you, Sarah.  We have missed you too indeed!!" Margaret and the others replied.  The ghost of Sarah hugged the other young women.  "We have been reading The Book Of Shadows, studying magical-spells within it, Witch Sarah!" Margaret told the phantom.  "Oh, interesting Witch Margaret!" Sarah's Phantom replied.  George pulled over his automobile on the same spot on the side of the road.  He saw the witches moving around the campfire in the woods.  He got out of the car and went into the wilderness.  He approached one of the witches of the witch cult, placing his hand on her shoulder.  "Good evening, Margaret darling!" George said and the witch turned around being the ghost of Witch Sarah.  The ghost of Witch Sarah had pins sticking out of her ghostly-arms, face and neck, with black slime oozing out of the cuts from the various pins.  She opened her ghostly-lips, and more ooze of black-slime dripped out of her dead-mouth.  In surprise, the ghost shrieked in a high-pitch.

Now, wasn't that a good tale for THIS SHRIEK boys and girls?  Ha-ha.  Ol' George didn't know WITCH lady was his wife, so he took quite A GHOST OF A CHANCE heh-heh-heh-heh!
Camp Headless

Hello kiddies.  Your old FIEND, CREEPS, is going SCARE-A-NADING at the local orchestra.  What instrument am I SLAYING in it? Why, a HUMAN-ORGAN of course heh-heh!  While, we play Beethoven's classic MOON-FRIGHT SONATA, enjoy this MUSICAL-PIECE...

A teenage girl was hiking through some woods up, in southeast-Canada, one morning back in the summer of 1951.  She found a Summer camp, seeing a teenage boy painting a sign.  "Hello, I am Debbie Sanders, I am the new camp counselor here" the girl introduced herself to him, explaining.  The teenagers shook hands.  "Hi Debbie, I am Pete Newton, another camp counselor here.  Uh, welcome to Camp Maple!" the teenage boy introduced himself and welcomed Debbie.  Pete continued painting the sign blue that read: "WELCOME TO CAMP MAPLE!" in red-letters. Debbie went into a cabin and put her bag on a bed, going into the kitchen.  That evening, Pete Newton and Debbie Sanders sat around a campfire outside.  "There is a legend here, about a woman who worked here when the camp opened back in 1922.  She was chopping off a dead branch of a tree with her machete next to a cabin.  She mistakenly cut her throat with the machete when the branch hit her head.  The lady fell down and was decapitated by it then" Pete told.  "Campers have seen her headless zombie wandering around the area each summer" he finished.

"That is horrible, Pete" Debbie replied.  "Just a story Debbie" he answered, smoking a cigarette.  "The kids have called this place 'Camp Headless' for a few years" Pete said.  Later on, as Debbie was cooking a pot of tomato soup on the stove, she heard a little knock on the cabin-door.  Debbie turned off the stove and looked out the cabin-window.  The door opened and Debbie saw a headless zombie.  It was dressed in a white-dress and its flesh was decayed and rotting.  The decomposed-neck oozed with a disgusting mix of slime, the colors of white and red.  Debbie screamed in complete horror, opening the kitchen-window and climbing out, running.  She ran through the darkness, to another cabin.  Debbie turned, watching the headless corpse approach her, a moldering-head of brown and decayed-flesh dangling in its rotting-hand.  The zombified-head, with mold-covered, long hair and black, hollow-eye-sockets, smiled speaking to Debbie, "good evening young lady, can I make you some tea?".  Debbie felt the corpses moldy-hand of rot, touch her hair, twisting its decomposed-fingers on her scalp.  "Pretty hair" the zombified-head croaked in a dry-voice.  Debbie screamed and looked back, discovering the zombie was gone, the only sounds were from crickets.

Talk about getting A-HEAD OF THE GAME PRE-SCARE-RING for camp.  The flute section of our orchestra really BLOWS ha-ha-ha-ha.  The piano section is a bit OFF KEY too.  Oh, well, with their practicing, I'm sure they'll get a HANDEL on it hee-hee-hee-hee!
Topsy

Hee-Hee, hello, Kiddies and welcome into my CASTLE for this TENTH-DEADITION OF CREEPS CASTLE!  You might wonder why I have these balloons for.  Well, I'm meeting up with a young lady who wasn't CLOWINING-AROUND in tonight's terror-tale!

A teenage girl was asleep in her bedroom of an apartment-house in New York City, on a night back in 1960.  As she woke, there was a giggle of someone laughing in a young lady's voice.  Startled, the teenage girl looked around sitting up and didn't see anyone.  "Hello?" she said, looking around the bedroom.  A couple moments of silence went by and the teenage girl saw it start to rain outside.

She closed her window and a hand gripped her mouth from out of the darkness.  It was a teenage bully and he drug her over to a corner in the room, where another one was at.  "Happy Birthday Donna, here's your present!" the other bully said and pulled a switch-blade knife on her.  She saw it and couldn't scream, with the one bully's hand tightly across her mouth.  The giggling started again and the bully with the knife took a drink from a bottle of Jack Daniel's Whiskey, as they all looked around.  A clown crawled out from under Donna's bed and stood staring and giggling at the bullies.  They all saw it was a dead corpse, with skeletal-hands and feet, dressed in a silver-suit.  Three yellow-buttons were down its front and its painted-skull hung on a gold-collar.  The zombie grinned at everyone, with a red-painted-on-smile, as yellow-paint was partially around its decayed-eye sockets, under its black, painted-on eyebrows.  "I'm Topsy, I was a clown when I lived here, but then I died from you kids stabbing me to death" the skeleton-clown said.  "You're dead you freakin' clown!" the bully with the knife replied.  A worm crawled over Topsy's red-nose and the skeleton clutched the bully's head, twisting it around, killing him, as the knife and bottle fell.

"What a TWIST of events!" Topsy laughed.  She turned to the other bully, as he screamed and the zombie sunk her rotting, boney-fingers into his eyeballs.  She yanked them out in the dark, killing him too.  The clown looked at Donna, saying, "Happy Birthday dear!" and walked slowly out of her room.  Donna looked out the window, seeing the zombie leave her home, slowly moving in the rain.

Donna got a real SURPRISE PARTY with Topsy.  Good Ol' Topsy up to her old TRICKS again!  Her performance as a clown really tickled her ROTTING FUNNY-BONE Hee-Hee!  I hope Donna had SKELETONS OF FUN when Topsy TOOK AN EYE OUT, with that bully ha-ha-ha-ha!
The Tide Ghosts

Greetings Kiddies.  Come in, come into my CASTLE.  I, CREEPS, INFRIGHT you all to a little SLAY-CATION to the beach.  Heh-Heh, we can all gather around the HORRORLINE by the water for a rather WATERED-DOWN STORY I call...

On a July day in 1930, a crab walked along a beach in North Carolina.  A man and a lady walked on the beach nearby it, together.  "We are in paradise Sister!" the man said to the lady.  "Yes we are indeed Peter" she agreed.  Another man stopped them.  "Pardon me folks, y'all are both on my private beach, trespassin'!" he told Peter and his sister.  "Oh, we are sorry sir.  We didn't know" Peter answered.  The man aimed a pistol at them and shot Peter's sister, killing her.  "VERONICA!!!!" Peter shouted, looking down at her body.  The man shot and murdered Peter too.  He dumped the bodies of Peter and Veronica into the sea. "Time for a drink in this here heat!" the man said to himself, as the tide came in from the ocean.  The man walked to a beach-house, going inside, putting his pistol in his front room-drawer.  He poured rum from a bottle into a glass in the kitchen and drank it.  The man returned to his front room and sat down on a sofa.  The windows were all open and in the summer breeze, two distorted-voices from the ocean called out: "come swim with us!".

The man got up, looking out an open-window.  "Oh, hearing things" he told himself.  He finished his glassof rum and grabbed a fishing-rod, walking out the door.  The man cast his fishing-line into the ocean and stood on the beach.  A few minutes later, he caught a small fish.  "Ah!  Y'all are too small for some good eats" the man said to the fish, throwing it back into the water.  A moment went by and the man's hook caught something.  His line pulled and he jerked forwards.  He quickly reeled in a finger-bone.  "What the?" he gasped.  "Come swim with us!" the same two distorted-voices spoke.  The man quickly ran back to his beach-house, tossing the finger-bone in the sand and ran inside.  "A nap is what I need" the man told himself.  He curled up on his sofa and soon nodded off asleep.  He awoke out, on the beach, looking up, at the ghosts of Veronica and Peter.  They stood, looking down at him, with green-skin falling from their hands and faces.  They wore white robes, which were strung with seaweed and their eyes were missing.  The man screamed in horror, as Veronica's phantom reattached her finger-bone to her ghostly-rotting-hands of green.  "Come swim with us!" the apparitions told the man, in moans.  Their ghostly-long-black hair was coated with strands of seweed. The spirits held the man's face tightly down, into the water, as he screamed and writhed.  The man drowned and the ghosts wandered out, into the sea, vanishing in the tide.

Ha-Ha, I guess now the man can WAVE at the ghosts, eh, kids?  Well, that was a clean tale, because it was soaked in TIDE BEACH Hee-Hee-Hee-Hee.
The Halloween Hunters

I see you have come into my CASTLE this SHRIEK again, BOILS AND GHOULS!  Heee-Hee, ready for a DOSE OF DERANGED-DREAD are you?  Good!  Well, you always come to the FRIGHT PLACE at the FRIGHT SLIME ha-ha-ha!  This little NAIL-BITER is about what happened on another Halloween Night, when three kidnappers were HAUNTED and HUNTED DOWN by...

On Halloween Night, 1970, up, in St. Paul, Minnesota, there was a girl and boy dressed up like clowns going up a sidewalk in a neighborhood together.  They both carried paper bags and giggled as they approached a lit-up porch.  "Trick-or-treat!" the kids spoke and the lady at the door opened it, dropping handfuls of Tootsie Rolls in each of their bags with a smile.  A few minutes later, the children in the clown costumes went to the one end of the block up the neighborhood and encountered three men.

"Hey, look Reese, some little clowns!" one man said to another one, laughing.  "Yeah, Peter, real scary costumes for Halloween" Reese replied to him also with a laugh.  "Yeah fellas, they might get caught by some spooky monsters tonight" the third guy added, laughing.  "Or get kidnapped Larry!" Reese told him and grabbed the boy's arm.  "Hey, cut it out please!" the boy said to Reese.   "Yeah, this is a trick kid, not a treat.  Get into our car with us now!!" he replied, revealing a pocket-knife.  The girl stomped on Reeses  foot and got free, running away with her as Reese screamed in pain. The kidnappers chased the kids around to another block that was less-lit and the only other ones out on the street, were two adults in outfits, on the opposite side of the neighborhood.  One wore a black robe and hood with a Jack-o-lantern face and orange, twisted-hands.  The other had an orange cloak on with a white-painted face, pupil less-eyes and a nose of dark-red, and blue painted-on hair, with twisted-hands of black.  They saw the chaos and followed the kidnappers.  The kids hid behind some tall shrubs in a yard and Peter followed Reese and Larry.  The person in the Jack-o-lantern mask drove a hatchet into his neck.  Reese and Larry heard the slice of the hatchet and both turned.  The shadowy-body of Peter dropped to the sidewalk and the figure held his shadowy-decapitated-head. The guys screamed, running, but the one in the orange costume blocked them and cut both of their heads off in the dark with an ax.  They opened their mouth giggling in a chipmunk-voice with yellow fangs.  The kids peeked and saw what had occurred and the two adults in the costumes were inhuman-creatures.  The monsters disappeared, when the one monster dropped Peter's shadowy-severed-head in front of a big porch.

They decided to CUT TO THE CHASE FEAR the end eh?  Reese, Larry and Peter should have learned not to try to kidnap those poor kids, because they got it themselves way before SLAY-LIGHT!  While that one monster BURIED THE HATCHET with Peter, Reese and Larry were really AXING FOR IT aha-ha-ha-ha-ha!
The Diner

Hee-Hee, hello boys and girls!  Your Old FIEND CREEPS is cooking up some DEADLY DELIGHTS!  Like OVEN-GHOSTED-CHICKEN, HUMAN-FINGER FOOD, MASHED-POTATOES AND GRAVE-Y, complete with your choice of dessert.  It is either HOT APPLE PIE ALA MOLD or a nice HOT SLUDGE SUNDAE aha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha.  Of course, allow me to recommend an appetizer, about a young waitress at a diner, called...

Back in March, 1958, there was a diner up in northern-Michigan, where a teenage waitress poured a middle-aged man a cup of coffee one day.  "Thank you miss" the man said with a grin as Hank Williams sang Kaw-Liga on the radio.  "You are welcome sir" the waitress smiled back at him, walking away.  The waitress noticed a teenage boy walk into the diner, and she blushed.  He took a seat on a stool up at the counter, and smiled at her as she put the pot of coffee on the coffee-maker.

"Hey, Tina, how about I pick you up around six o'clock?" the teen asked the waitress.  "Hi Ross, sure that would be great" Tina answered him.  "Great!  See ya then babe!" Ross said and left.  "I love you" Tina called to him.  Later at six-thirty, Ross drove a truck with another teenage girl in it.  "I did the dirty deed honeybun.  After I killed my Girlfriend Tina, I dumped her body in the river" Ross said to the girl.  "Oh, Ross, now we shall never have anyone in between us" she told him, putting her head on his shoulder.  "Yeah, I knew Tina would sick her Dad on me if I broke up with her, so what's a guy supposed to do Faye!" he explained to her.

Three weeks later, Ross and Faye both arrived at the diner in his truck at night.  "They should be closed at this time babe" Ross told her.  "Yes baby" Faye agreed.  They went in and nobody was inside.  Faye went into the kitchen and a knife plunged into her temple, killing her.  Ross sat down in a booth and sat quietly, until the dead apparition of Tina materialized beside it.  Her skin was dark and dead, her short, straight-hair was glowing an eerie-white and her pupils and irises glowed-white as well, as she stood in a dress coated with red-slime.  Ross gasped in surprise, and the ghost plunged the knife into his forehead, murdering him.  Later on, Tina's spirit came out of the kitchen with two fresh skulls on a platter and laughed away, as more slime of red oozed out of her dead-mouth, in between her dark and dead teeth.  From outside the diner grew dark, as the truck Ross parked behind it sat silently in the night.

Tina really had some SKULLS in being a waitress eh?  As for poor Faye and Ross, they learned what it's like to be in a LOCAL DIE-NER AT FRIGHT heh-heh.  I'm glad Tina is getting A GHOST OF A CHANCE at her job too ha-ha-ha-ha-ha.
WIND-CHIMES

Come into my CASTLE kiddies, and see what I have COOKING IN MY CREEPY-CAULDRON this evening heh-heh!  Allow me, CREEPS, to STIR UP a DOSE OF FRIGHT TONIGHT, and SPIN this YELL-YARN that I call...

On an Autumn night back in 1893, a stage coach pulled up to an inn up, in New England.  The gentleman got out, going inside.  He rang the bell on the receptionist-desk and admired the chandeliers above.  Suddenly, a black-cloaked and hooded person emerged out of a back room.  They kept their face within the shadows, going behind the desk and standing.  "Good evening sir, may I help you?" the person asked the gentleman in a lady's voice.  "Good evening, miss, yes.  I need a room please" he replied.  "Oh, yes sir.  We have a splendid room with a lovely view!" she said.

The man followed the woman into a room.  "I hope you find it charming sir" she said, still keeping her face within the shadows.  "Yes, it is quite lovely.  Thank you miss" the gentleman responded, smiling.  "You are quite welcome sir" she said and left.  In the night, the man was in bed, watching a set of wind-chimes up, above him.

They dangled above him and when the gentleman pushed them, they made a low-chiming.  The woman was suddenly at the bedside, her face still hidden in within the darkness.  "These wind-chimes are what I guard.  They were from my Great-Grandmother given to me as a little girl sir" the lady exzplained.  The man gasped in surprise at her.  "Oh, my apologies for startling you sir.  Good night" she said and was gone at once.

The gentleman gasped in fright and quickly shut his eyes.  In the night, the man slept and awoke to the sound of a strong wind outside.  He blinked quickly a few times, getting out of bed.  Looking out the window, the gentleman peered down at the lady.  She stood in the night and turned around with her face showing in the light of the moon.  The gentleman gasped at her skull-face, as her rotten-eye sockets caught his gaze.  The wind-chimes began chiming on the own.

The gentleman ran out of the inn, and rode his stage coach away.  His horse passed the ghostly-zombie of the woman, as the skeleton waved a boney-hand at the man.

That tale just BLEW ME AWAY girls and boys.  I know all of you think it just BLOWS as well hee-hee-hee.  Well, that guy seemed rather WINDED, when he got out of that place just in CHIME Ha-Ha-Ha-Ha
Water Woman

Come in FEAR to my CASTLE kiddies and take a LURID-LOOK at our LAST FRIGHT-FARE in this MOLDY-MAGAZING!  It is a bit WATERED-DOWN I'd SLAY hee-hee!  I entitle this...

It was a gray and overcast afternoon in the Autumn of 1944.  Two girls were jumping-rope together in Homewood, California.  As they played on a sidewalk, they sang "Jimmy Had A Nickel" and two bullies walking by stopped, returning to the girls.  "Hey, there, sissies.  Jumping-rope like goons eh!" they told the girls.  "Leave us alone please" the girls protested, standing on the sidewalk.  "Don't tell us what to do sissies.  We're dangerous!" one bully snapped back and he shoved the one girl down.  She cried and the punks laughed and left.

The other girl helped the girl up and it began to rain as the wind blew.  The girls wandered by a pond behind a house and saw a figure rise from the waters.  It was a woman with long black hair, wearing a black dress that blew in the rain and wind.  The lady didn't have a face, and her flesh was pale-white.  "Who is that, Peggy?" one girl asked the other one.  "I don't know Anna" Peggy answered.  Peggy and Anna ran for it as the woman stood there in the water.

That evening, Anna and Peggy were in a bedroom in a bed together.  A tall, slender-shadow fell on the wall by the door in the dim-moonlight.  A hand shook Peggy awake and it was the one bully.  The two punks stood over her and Anna, with knives.  Anna woke and said to them, "leave my Sister alone!".  "Shut up sissy!" they whispered in reply.  The shadow on the wall was cast by the woman from the pond.  "I am Water Woman.  A creature living in the nearby pond" the faceless-lady explained and ripped her spider-like claws of black into one of the bully's sides.  The sounds of flesh ripping were heard as he screamed and dropped dead.  Water Woman drove her piercing-claws into the second punk's throat, murdering him too.  Then Anna and her sister watched Water Woman disappear with the bodies in her claws.  They ran to their window, seeing Water Woman sink down, into the cold-pond with the corpses.

Ha-Ha-Ha, it looks like Water Woman took care of that POND-SCUM when the monster killed those bullies.  At least in the end there, they were both DRUG DOWN by here eh!  Aha-ha-ha-ha-ha!
Nelon Evlo

An Evlo born in Grevlov, one of the few to leave the boundaries of the artist colony. Without family or heritage, Nelon made his way to the Omvik Vokre during the reign of Tarkzev Omvik Aziv, who had outlawed magic of any kind. But because he was feared and because the Tezvik Nazara grew fond of him, Nelon ingrained himself into the court of the Omvik Azakuv and maintained great influence until his death in 8,997 N.I.

A self-proclaimed fortune teller, Nelon possessed mysterious gifts of foresight, but an inability to protect himself with his gifts. He correctly predicted the deaths of Nazara Tezvik and Tarkzev Omvik, and the arrival of Rezav Kazark, among others. He predicted his own murder at the hands of the disgruntled Biruel people, but could do nothing to prevent it.
A Werewolf In The Basement

Ha-Ha-Ha, so we meet again, boys and girls.  This SLIME, our BEDTIME GORE-RY, shall WEREWOLF YOU ALL DOWN.  But when you do get tired, just tuck yourselves in beside the nice warm BONES OF THOSE SKELETONS OVER TERROR, I mean there hee-hee!  This DELIRIOUS-DISH I'm calling...

It was up, in Wisconsin, where a young boy and girl were walking into a school cafeteria together back in 1957.  There was an old lunch lady placing slices of pie on the counter.  "Hello Miss Ellen" the children said to her.  "Oh, hello Paul and Ronda.  I have some tasty good treats for all you kids today" Miss Ellen replied to the boy and girl, explaining with a warm smile.  "They look yummy" Ronda and Paul said, looking over the pieces of pie.  "See you at lunchtime, Miss Ellen!" the children said and walked off.  "Alright" the lunch lady replied, smiling.

As Ronda and Paul were walking in a hall, two older boys shoved them both down.  They fell on their hands and knees, crying out in pain.  "Nice work, Murphy.  Hey, ya brats, watch where you're going" one bully said to the other one, then told the children.  Paul helped Ronda up and he replied to Murphy and the other bully: "Murphy, Denny, you guys should apologize to us".  "Oh yeah squirt!" Murphy remarked.  "Shut this kid up, Denny" Murphy said.  "Sure man" he answered and punched Paul in his mouth.  Paul yelled in pain and Ronda put her arm around his shoulder.  The bullies walked off, snickering.

Denny and Murphy heard something high-pitched and shrieking coming from the school basement when they walked passed it.  "Whoa, what was that man?" Denny asked Murphy.  "Let's check it out I don't know" he replied, and they headed downstairs.  The lights were dimmed and many shadows enveloped the basement area.  Denny looked behind the furnace, and a black-furred-hand grabbed his jacket, causing him to begin screaming.  Murphy tried pulling Denny away, but saw it was a werewolf that pulled back, making the noise they heard.  The beast's pupils were small, but shined-white in their blackened-eyes, its darkened-face baring fangs of extreme-sharpness.  Those fangs pierced into Denny's throat, killing him.  The thing dropped the body, going after Murphy with its sleek, furred-body.  Shrieking, the monster swiped its claws into Murphy's neck, murdering him in the shadows as well.

A while later, Paul and Ronda were in line in the cafeteria.  "Hi kids" Miss Ellen said, smiling and handing them treys with bowls of chili on them.  "I whipped up some fresh chili" she said.  They looked at thier chili, seeing human-fingers in it.  as the lunch lady made the werewolf-shrieking.

Now that's what I call some CHILLING-CHILI wouldn't you say, kiddies?  Miss Ellen sure was DISHING OUT a little school justice.  She hoped Ronda and Paul would WOLF DOWN HER CHILI, because it did end up looking FINGER-LICKING GOOD aha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!
The Yellow '69 Chevy

Yes it's SLIME FOR ANOTHER EERIE-EDITION OF TERROR, Kiddies with ISSUE FIFTY-EIGHT OF CREEPS CASTLE!  I, CREEPS, have a love story that's just SHRIEKING, WREAKING AND UH, WRECKING WITH ROTTEN-ROMANCE for you all ha-ha-ha.  This AUTOMOBILE-AUDACITY is entitled...

It was back during the spring of 1969, and a teenage boy had parked his yellow chevy in the parking-lot of Hinkleberry High, Maryland.  He had a teenage girl in the passenger's seat and The Turtles were singing: "Happy Together" on his car-radio.  "Hey, Peggy, how about a kiss before class eh?" the teenage boy questioned the teenage girl.  "Why, sure Davy hun" Peggy answered, kissing his lips.  Davy turned off the radio and they headed into the school together.  In the hall, a couple of football jocks were high-fiving each other as Davy and Peggy walked to them.  Peggy gave one of the jocks a look of admiration.  "Oh, hey, Davy and hey Peggy.  What's happening?" the jock who Peggy was admiring, asked them.  "Not much, Eric, how are ya?" Davy responded.  "Not much man" Eric chimed.  "Congratulations on winning the football game on Friday night Eric" Peggy congratulated him.  "Hey, thanks Peggy!" Eric chimed in.  That afternoon, Eric caught Peggy in another hallway and said to her, "hey Peggy.  Do you wanna go out sometime on a date?  I can tell you're attracted to me more than Davy."  "Gee, um, you're right, Eric.  But what if he catches us?" she mused.  "If he does, I'll take care of him" Eric proposed.  "Ok" Peggy smiled.

Davy parked at a drive-in that night and found Peggy and Eric kissing in a car.  "WHAT THE HECK PEGGY!?!" Davy shouted.  He drove away, shocked.  As he cried somewhat, Eric and Peggy were following him.  "Just run him off the road Eric quick!" Peggy told him.  "I will babe" Eric chimed and rammed Davy's chevy off the main road from by it when he sped up.  Davy screamed, wrecking into a ditch and snapping his neck, being killed instantly.

Four years later, Peggy was on a college campus one evening, and a yellow chevy was following her on the road.  She noticed it, and there was a rotting skeleton at the wheel.  She screamed, running.  The zombie's eye sockets were gleaming-bright-red and worms invaded its nose-hole.  Peggy rushed to Eric who was drinking a bottle of Popov Vodka in the bushes.  "It's Davy, hun.  He's back and driving his yellow '69 chevy!!!" she cried to him.  "What babe?!" Eric proclaimed.  Then Davy's zombie tore over the sidewalk in his car, cackling with his lower-jawbone falling off, ramming into both of them, as they screamed and was squashed to death against a wall.

Aha-ha-ha.  It looks like Davy REVVED UP his car for his REVOLTING-REVENGE!  He was rather DEAD ON TARGET and was quite a HIT with Peggy and Eric there.  He seemed to have SKELETONS OF FUN too hee-hee!
"What Happened To Old Walter?"

Come in!  Come in, kiddies.  Boy, do I have a TERROR-TALE for you all.  Heh-Heh, yes, this one will surely CHILL YOUR BONES TO THE GORE, I call...

It was in the Spring of 1924, in Twin Pine, Indiana, where an old man sat out, on the back porch of his home in his rocking-chair one day.  He drank Jim Beam Whiskey from out of the bottle, and waved to a boy who walked by on the sidewalk.  The boy smiled, waving back as he passed on by.  The neighbors from a house across the street came over to the old man.  The young couple had a plate of brownies, that the wife held. "Good afternoon, Walter, I brought you a plate of brownies" the woman told the old man.  "Good afternoon, Rhonda, awe thank you so much" Walter replied, gratefully.  "Afternoon Otis" Walter said to the young man.  "Hello Walter, how do you do?" he replied, asking.  "Good" Walter said.  "Good" Otis said.  "Please, come on in folks!" Walter invited Rhonda and Otis.  "Thank you" they replied.  The three of them went inside Walter's home.  Walter ate the brownies, as Rhonda and Otis stood, watching him.  Walter suddenly fell to the floor, dead.  "That was quite a lot of poison you baked into those brownies my dear" Otis said to Rhonda.  That night, Otis and Rhonda snuck Walter's body out the backdoor of Walter's home and Otis quietly dug a hole in the backyard.  He buried the corpse and then he and his wife took off.

The following morning, another neighbor rang Walter's doorbell. Ten minutes later, the neighbor called out: "hello, Walter, it is me, Charles.  Are you alright in there?".  Charles saw Otis in his front yard and called to him, "morning Otis".  "What happened to Old Walter?" Charles asked.  "Hi Charles, um, I do not know" Otis called back, waving.. Otis went into his living-room and told Rhonda: "good thing we dug Walter's body up, burned it in his fireplace, and buried his bones honey.  Charles was wondering where the old man is now".  "Yes Otis" she agreed with him.  In the night, the grave in Walter's backyard caved-in, and the bright-sunshine shone down on the burned and charred-skull of Walter's skeleton, as it hauled itself out of the ground within the moonlight. Otis returned to his front yard and clipped his bushes with a pair of hedge-clippers.  He was the only one outside, suddenly hearing a shuffling of shoes.  He glanced around, seeing the corpse of Walter coming into his yard in his black, burned-shoes.  Otis screamed and began clipping at the skeleton's rags.  The zombie of Walter grasped the hedge clippers from Otis and drove them directly into his chest within the darkness, murdering Otis.  Rhonda came out ten minutes later, saw her husband's body in the grass, started screaming and the skeleton of Walter cackled, choking her from behind in the darkness, by squeezing her neck and throat, with the hedge-clippers.  Rhonda fell to the ground, dead, and the zombie slowly headed back across the street, cackling away deeply.

Hee-Hee-Hee, it looks like Old Walter really got rather SNIPPY with Rhonda and Otis eh, Kiddies?  I mean even when they had poor Walter COVERED, they sure BURNED HIM ON THAT DEAL ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!
The Legend Of Bunny-Man Bridge

There you all are FRIGHT-FRIENDS!  I, CREEPS, am just doing a little fishing by THE MISSISSIPPI SHIVER!  I have become rather HOOKED because of this BOO-TIFUL FRIGHT.  This river is a peaceful old SCREAM you know.  This place reminds me of another spot by a bridge that you do not want to cross under on a DISMAL-DRIVE I call...

Back in early-November of 1970, at Colchester Overpass near Clifton, Virginia, a hippie was driving through the tunnel-bridge one evening.  She had her car-radio on and The Byrds sang Turn! Turn! Turn! on it.  She made it through the tunnel and at the opposite entrance of it, a young man in a white bunny outfit was standing with a hatchet on the side of the road.  He swung it at the hippie's windshield and she screamed, stopping her car a few feet ahead of the odd stranger.  She gazed back and saw the man in the bunny suit approaching her car.  He called out to her: "do not dare to trespass on this here land and area again miss!!".  The hippie screamed and gasping, sped off. The hippie caught her breath and looked all around, very cautiously.  The woman saw the man in the rabbit costume again in an upcoming field, just standing there in the dark.  He laughed insanely as the hippie drove passed him, pointing his hatchet towards her car.  She sped up and hyperventilated.  She turned off the car-radio and drove in silence then.  Soon, she heard the laughter of the man yet again outside her car somewhere and she spotted him up, ahead of her a second time.  "I am The Bunny Man and I claimed this here land a long time ago, y'all see ma'am!" he screamed at her, laughing away hysterically from under a tree.  Bunny Man's eyes were glowing a white color through the eye-holes of his mask and as the hippie drove by him, he ran and hopped out, in front of her car.  He swung his hatchet letting go of it then and it went flying through the air.  The weapon hit the top of the car, scraping it, making the woman scream loudly.  The woman drove into The Bunny-Man with his glowing-eyes shining white.  He vanished, being a ghost.  The hippie kept on driving screaming and then took a deep breath.  It was silent outside and she didn't see nor hear the specter anymore.

What a HARE-RAISING ORDEAL that was! That ghost just had to RABBIT UP and disappear eh, boys and GHOULS?  Bunny-Man really had to HOP TO IT  at times aha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!  How fortunate for that hippie to get away by a HARE, because she was DRIVEN CRAZY on the road heh-heh-heh-heh.