Grandpa's Barn

So glad you could join me behind my CASTLE tonight FIENDS for ICKY-ISSUE 75 OF CREEPS CASTLE! This OLD SLIME GAME of Bobbing For Apples really gets to the CORE of it heh-heh. But before we get to SLAYING THAT GAME, we're going to GHOST SOME MARSHMALLOWS over the bonfire here, as we listen to our FIRST FESTERING-FABLE OF FRIGHT entitled...

It was back in late Fall of 1956, out in the countryside of southern Arkansas, that there was a farmhouse one night. A teenage boy knocked on the door of the farmhouse, standing out on the porch. An old lady answered the door. "Timothy, come on in boy" she said to him and gave him a hug. "Howdy Grandma" Timothy replied to her and followed her into the farmhouse then. Timothy and his grandmother sat down in chairs by a fire in the fireplace of the front room. "How have y'all been gettin' along without Grandpa and Uncle Vern, Grandma?" Timothy said, asking her. "Oh, better Timothy. One year ago this evenin' boy. One year it has been since our farmhand murdered them" Timothy's grandmother replied to him. "I know. That's why I drove on up here to spend the evenin' here with y'all" Timothy told her. "Thank y'all boy" she thanked him with a smile. Meanwhile, the door of the barn outside opened and a figure in the shadows stepped out of the barn then. It stepped into the moonlight and had dead-white skin that was rotting. It was a bald zombie dressed in a white collared-shirt that had long-sleeves, and a pair of black suspenders. The living-dead zombie also had no eyeballs, just black eye-sockets and stood in a pair of brown dress pants and black boots. The zombie rose its rotting-head with the sickening-sounds of cracking-bones, and looked up, at the moon. As his rotting-mouth oozed black ooze out of it, he smoked a cigar. "Y'all come outta my barn Vern and look at this moon!" the zombie called out in an old man's voice. A second figure came out of his barn and stepped into the light of the moon. The figure also had dead-white flesh that was rotting, along with no eyeballs. The second zombie looked up at the moon with the sickening-sounds of cracking-bones, and gazed up, at it with its solid-black eye sockets. The zombie wore a collared, long-sleeved-shirt of black, along with black dress-pants and white boots. The zombie also had black curly hair. "Yep, Pa, it's a mighty bright moon this evenin' I reckon" he said to him. "That's right, Vern my boy!" the zombie of Pa agreed, saying to him. Vern's zombie also had black ooze oozing out of his rotting-mouth.

A car pulled up the driveway to the farmhouse all of a sudden, parking next to a second car. A young man got out of it and walked to the front porch. He pulled a pistol out of his pocket and kicked the front door open then. "Oh, crud, I came back here to git the rest of m'loot thinkin' y'all had finally kicked the bucket Granny. But I was wrong. I reckon I shall have t'kill ya both" the guy said to Grandma. Grandma screamed in fright at him. Timothy ran into the front room and the guy aimed his pistol at him then. "Eddie Hendrickson, we trusted you as our farmhand for seven years until y'all stole my Husband's loot and murdered him and our one Son Vern last year" Grandma said to the young man. "Shut the heck up Granny!" Eddie Hendrickson replied to her, yelling. "Please sir, don't shoot m'Grandma! Just take what y'all came fir" Timothy said, begging Eddie. Eddie Hendrickson pointed the gun back at Grandma and the living dead corpse of Pa stumbled into the farmhouse. "Grandpa?" Timothy said, gasping in shocked fear. "Walter?" Grandma said, gasping in surprised fear. The zombie of Walter laughed eerily, as more black ooze leaked from his decayed-mouth and he puffed on his cigar. Eddie turned around and gasped in horror at the dead old man. "Well, Eddie Hendrickson, y'all have returned boy. My Son Vern and I were fixin' on returnin' here as well fir ya" Grandpa's zombie said to him, explaining. Eddie shot the zombie in his stomach, but Grandpa shoved his cigar down Eddie's throat, causing him to choke to death. Timothy and Grandma held on tight to each other, as Timothy crouched down by her chair. The zombie of Grandpa looked over at the both of them with his rotting eye sockets, grinned eerily and said: "Sweetheart, and Timothy, I had to also save y'all from this here scoundrel". Then he drug Eddie Hendrickson’s dead corpse by its hand out the front door. Timothy and Grandma sighed in relief and smiled at each other then. Meanwhile, the zombie dragged the body into his barn where the second zombie of Vern smoked a cigar as a worm crawled out of each of his eye-sockets and across his decaying-cheeks of pale white. Vern sat on a milking stool. "Well, Son, I saved your Mother and Nephew from Eddie here. Now t'hang his body in the corner of my barn here" the zombie of Grandpa said to him. "Golly, Pa, good thing you was there in time" Vern's zombie replied, black ooze dripping out of his dead mouth. The zombies of Vern and Grandpa both hung Eddie Hendrickson’s dead body by a rope around its neck in one corner of Grandpa's barn. Then the two zombies laughed and smoked cigars together.

I guess SOME-BODY ended up HANGING AROUND in the CORONER of Grandpa's barn eh, BOILS AND GHOULS? Hopefully the livestock in there won't HORSE AROUND or HAVE A COW about it aha-ha-ha-ha-ha. OF CORPSE Grandpa and Vern were DEAD ON with their plans and now have a GHOUL I mean COOL BARNYARD AX-HIBIT for GHOSTS I mean GUESTS hee-hee-hee-hee.

The zombie of Grandpa in the moonlight.

The zombie of Vern within the moonlight.