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Maple Tree Farm

Welcome back kiddies.  I, CREEPS, see you have crawled and slithered your way back into my CASTLE ha-ha!  Well, I have yet another tale of terror for you all...

A strong wind blew through the leaves on the maples on Maple Tree Farm, up, in Ontario, Canada, in the Autumn of 1871.  Inside the farmhouse, a shadow touched the brick-wall.  The shadow was of a man in bed.  The bedroom-door opened and a man came in.  "Good morning Brother.  How are you today?" the man asked the shadow of the man in bed.  "Good morning, Charles.  I am good thank you.  How are you?" the shadow of the man in bed replied, asking.  "Doing fine Alvin!" Charles answered.  "Now, during a fabulous breakfast of ours, we shall discuss how to catch the men who harmed me and robbed our dear family" the shadow of Alvin in bed explained to Charles.  "Yes indeed" he agreed.

That afternoon, Charles rode on a horse from Maple Tree Farm into Toronto.  He hitched the horse and stood by a deli. He saw a man in the crowd and waved at him.  "Excuse me sir, I will pay you, if you assist me please" Charles stopped the man and explained.  "Yes of course sir" the man agreed.  Ten minutes later, Charles and the man sipped cups of coffee, as they followed two men into an alley.  "There the robbers are Edward!" Charles told the man and they caught the men, holding knives to their backs.  "Halt, come with us gentlemen!" Edward told the men.

They arrived on two horses at Maple Tree Farm.  Edward and Charles holding knives as they each sat behind one of the robbers on a horse.  They entered the farmhouse and Charles peeked into Alvin's bedroom.  "I have returned successfully Brother!" he said.  "Good Charles, bring them in" Alvin called from the room.  The criminals saw Alvin in the candle-light, when Charles brought them in.  "WE KILLED YOU SIR OVER A YEAR AGO!!!" they screamed.  He was a zombie, with a rotted-face and gray-skin.  Alvin's mouth was sunken-in and his eyes were solid-black and dead.  He combed his ratty, silver-hair and approached the criminals in his red robe.  "That is correct gentlemen, welcome back to Maple Tree Farm!" the corpse moaned.  The black-fingernails on his decayed-hands reached the throats of the criminals.

An hour later, the zombie of Alvin drank a glass of wine, standing at his bedroom-window.  Outside in the cornfield, the bodies of the dead-criminals hung on poles in the moonlight, as human-scarecrows.

Hee-Hee! Alvin was rather DEAD-ON with his plan to catch the criminals eh, kiddies?  He even convinced his murderers to HANG AROUND his farm ha-ha-ha!
Hippie Horror

Oh, hello GHOULS AND BOILS.  I just got a GHOST CARD in the mail from the GHOST OFFICE!  It even has a cool little GHOSTAGE STAMP hee-hee-hee-hee-hee!  Well, this seems like THE FRIGHT TIME to take a look at a SPIRITED TALE that I call...

A hippie girl was going up a hall of a high school in Ontario, Canada, back in the Autumn of 1966.  She was in a large crowd and everybody seemed to not even see her.  The teenage hippie went to the cafeteria and saw another hippie girl at a table, with a book in front of her face.  "Hey, Gloria, far-out seeing you here this brand new school year!" she said to the girl with the book.  "Hey, Sarah, groovy seeing you too!" Gloria said to her with the book in front of her face still.  Sarah took a chair at the table and saw that Gloria was reading To Kill A Mockingbird By Harper Lee.  "Oh, you're reading To Kill A Mockingbird, that was a rough book for me to read" Sarah told Gloria.  "Yeah it's pretty rough in sections, Sarah" Gloria told her, as she still had the novel before her face.

       Sarah trekked from a house to school the next morning and found Gloria in a hallway.  Gloria was turned away from Sarah.  "Hi Gloria.  My Parents seem to not even know that I'm home anymore.  They don't even speak to me.  It's weird" Sarah told her.  Then Gloria turned around and her eyeballs were gone.  Black gashes were where her eyes used to be at.  Sarah screamed as Gloria stood in her light-green skirt, her plum-colored-shirt and her yellow boots, with her brown Native American Indian designed-headband.  "I am a ghost, Sarah.  You and I both are ghosts.  Remember, we took too many of those groovy psychedelic drugs at that party a few weeks ago?" Gloria's ghost recounted to her.  "Oh, yes, that's right" Sarah recalled then.  Sarah's flesh turned pale white and her pupils dissolved into her eyes.  She blinked her now pure white eyes as she scratched her long black hair.  The ghost of Gloria smile and her long, brown hair blew somewhat.  The ghost of Sarah had blackish goop sliding from her mouth, as she stood in her multicolored shirt, pink bell-bottoms and pink boots.  The ghosts of the hippies both disappeared.

That card was from Sarah kiddies.  She wrote to me that she and Gloria finally GOT INTO THE GROOVE of being phantoms!  They sure won't take a lot of DIE-CHEDELICS anymore, because their situation was more than they EX-SPECTOR-ED aha-ha-ha-ha.
"Been In Pitch Black!"

Hello Kiddies.  I, CREEPS, am ready for BEDSLIME!  I hope you are too heh-heh, because I have a DARK TALE tonight.  So, let me turn out the FRIGHTS and begin...

The girl awoke in pitch blackness.  She stood up and it was so quiet, except for the barely audible continuous knocking.  Nothing but pitch blackness and a slight feeling of a finger on the girl's neck.  She turned around and stared at a woman, with blonde hair in pigtails.  The woman was in a red dress, her skin was pale-white and dead.  The girl saw her eye sockets oozing red slime.  The woman then faintly giggled.

"Who are you and where am I?" the girl asked the creepy woman.  "Why, little one, I am a Reaper and you are going through a tunnel in between worlds with me" she explained in a faint voice.  "I fell asleep in my bed!  Is this a dream?" the girl asked.  "Yes a dream of sorts Child, a dream of sorts!" the Reaper replied to her.

She and the girl instantly sat down in a white boat and it rowed along.  "I was the one knocking on this boat my dear" the Reaper explained, faintly.  The girl reached out and felt water.  "Is this a river?" she asked.  "Yes it is dear" the Reaper replied, smiling, her teeth black, sharp and jagged.  There was a yellow light up, ahead of them suddenly and the Reaper placed her dead, white fingers on the girl's neck.

She faintly giggled, as the slime of red dripped more and more out of her eye sockets.  The girl screamed and awoke in her bed, in Los Angeles, California, in 1943.  A man rushed into the room.  "What is wrong, Sweetheart?" he asked her.  "Daddy, it was a scary dream".  "Been in pitch black!" she explained to him.

Well, the girl really REAPERED THE BENEFITS of that dream hee-hee.  That was one SCREAM she really rode into heh-heh!
A FAMILY REUNION

Greetings Children, I, CREEPS, am just doing some trimming of an old FAMILY CROAK TREE HEE-HEE!  But no worries, I won't LEAVE just yet ha-ha-ha-ha.  Speaking of family trees, here's a story, about a great-grandmother, who wishes to attend her family's reunion...

The sunlight came through the windows of the old mansion in the countryside of Wales, in June, 1888.  An elderly woman looked out those windows.  "It 'tis a glorious day for a family reunion Son!" she said to a man, in the doorway of the parlor.  "Yes it 'tis indeed Mother" he agreed.  "Chester is the dinner ready dear?" the old woman asked her son.  "I saw Miss Broach glazing the ham a few moments ago Mother" Chester replied.  "Wonderful.  You know your Great-Grandmother Nan, was quite a hoot when she lived here" Chester's mother told him. "Wasn't she a witch?" he asked.  "Yes she was a witch Son!" she said.  "She would do incantations and spells by the windows in here each night" Chester's mother explained.  "Miss Haskins, the meal is ready and the ham is glazed!" the maid told Chester's mother.  "Thank you Miss Broach!" she answered.  The doorbell rang and Miss Broach answered it.  She returned with a woman, carrying a baby.

"Magaret, it 'tis splendid to see you.  Where is my other Son?" Miss Haskins said to the woman then asked her.  "Walter is out, in our cemetery Mother" Margaret answered.  Meanwhile, Walter walked around the graveyard.  He saw a tombstone reading: "NAN E. FECKLE MAY 10, 1758-FEBRUARY 16, 1858".  As he walked off, a skeletal-hand pushed up, out of the soil, a hole formed at the grave and the skeleton of Nan started crawling out. The witch-zombie was decayed, covered in maggots and in a ragged dress, covered in dirt and worms.  The corpse cackled hoarsely, roaming through the cemetery.  The family sat at the dining-room table in the mansion.  Chester and Walter swigged down glasses of wine, together and chuckled.  Outside in the approaching darkness, a boney-hand of rot and worms reached for roses on a vine.  Quiet, distorted-cackling was heard.  Miss Broach heard the doorbell ring again and answered it.  She screamed in terror, as the decayed-skull of Nan grinned away at her, with worms crawling across her jawbone.  The zombie cackled, as maggots swarmed in her rotted-out eye sockets.  "I have come to join my family reunion, Sweetheart!!" the skeleton croaked in a hoarse-voice, as more worms spilled out of her decayed and boney-mouth.

Heh-Heh!  I think Nan was a bit BUGGED all over with Miss Broach screaming that way, not to mention by the worms and maggots too ha-ha-ha!  Well, at least she brought roses along, even though she was a bit ROTTEN Hee-Hee-Hee-Hee!
SOPHIA

Hee-Hee, Welcome to ISSUE FORTY-SIX, kiddies!  You LITTLE FIENDS OF MINE have caught me going through my GHOULISH-GARDEN.  All of my TOMA-TOES and SCARE-ROTS are GROAN HERE hee-hee-hee-hee-hee!  In THE GHOULISH-GARDEN COMPETITION, my vegetables are sure to SQUASH THE COMPETITORS aha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha.  Speaking of gardens, our REEKING-RECIPE involves a garden outside of a home that's haunted, that I call...

Down in Columbus, Ohio, The Old Kelton Home stood in the sunshine back on a June day in 1889.  A young man walked through the downstairs hall and into the parlor.  The young man heard footsteps upstairs suddenly and walked back out, into the hallway, heading up the front staircase.  "Hello.  I say who is up there?" he called out, reaching the upstairs.  The man opened a room and inside, he saw a figure of a woman in a black dress, sitting on the edge of the bed.  The woman had a milky-form and she scratched her dark and straight short-hair, as her milky-white face shined-white, as she faced the man.  "Ah, hello Edwin my Son.  I would gladly be grateful for a cup of tea and maybe some cake please dear" the phantom of the woman spoke to the young man, calmly.  Edwin gasped in surprise and saw the ghost of his mother fade out suddenly.  Later that evening, Edwin was outside in the gardens in the backyard with a young lady.

"Earlier today my dear, I heard somebody upstairs while you all were out.  I discovered that it was my Mother's ghost in her old bedroom.  She spoke to me that she wished for a cup of tea and maybe some cake.  She vanished before I kne it!" Edwin explained to her.  "Oh, Edwin that sounds just like her, darling" Edwin's wife said.  Edwin glanced up, at one of the upstairs-windows and saw the apparition of his mother Sophia looking out and down at him and his wife.  Sophia's milky-face glowed-white.  "There she is yet again my dear!!" Edwin gasped to his wife.  She saw the ghost of Sophia too and gasped as well.  "Hopefully the children will not be frightened honey!" Edwin's wife proclaimed to him and they rushed inside the back of The Old Kelton Home.  Edwin saw the spirit coming down the back staircase and Sophia uttered, "good evening to you both, I am just searching for some cake and tea".  The glowing-white-faced-phantom in her dress of black reached the bottom of the steps and vanished.  During the evening, Edwin's wife awoke to hearing footsteps close by somewhere.  She checked in the same bedroom where Edwin had checked earlier that day.  With her candle and in the candle-holder, she saw the specter of Sophia drinking a cup of tea and then eating a plate of vanilla cake, as the phantom sat in a chair next to an end-table.  Then, she finished the cake and tea and Sophia rose and went by the window.  The specter stood there and a white light suddenly shined through the window.  Sophia's ghostly-dress of black became white in the light and the light covered her ghostly-head.  As the light faded, the phantom of Sophia disappeared along with it.

Well, I guess THAT TAKES THE CAKE at least for Sophia.  She was in quite the SPIRIT wasn't she kiddies?  Especially when she came down that SCARECASE hee-hee-hee-hee.
Mary, Mary, Frighteningly Scary

Hee-Hee, welcome Kiddies!  I was just feasting on some FRENCH DIES, which are TO DIE FOR.  Speaking of food, here's another CREEPY-CUISINE that I have COOKED UP for your APPE-FRIGHTS ha-ha-ha!  I call this FEAST OF FEAR...

One night back in 1880, there was a Catholic Nunnery up, in New England, which stood still in the moonlight.  Within the place, the sound of a woman crying was heard throughout the halls.  A nun awoke, lit a candle and carried it in its candle-holder down the hallways, reaching the cries.  She entered the basement and saw a shape of a lady in a white shroud, sitting in a rocking-chair in a corner of the cellar.  The nun gasped in surprise and fright at the sight.  The lady in the shroud of white rocked back and fourth and as she cried, she told the nun, "good evening, Sister, I was also a nun in my Earthly life who lived here in this place.  I weep and cry on account that I was murdered by my own Father who disapproved of me joining this nunnery".

"My name is Sister Mary and I have sought revenge on my murderous Father!" the phantom introduced herself to the nun as and went on explaining.  The ghostly nun then held up a dark and wet thing in the candle-light, as some blue fog and mist appeared around her, as the apparition stood up.  "This thing I hold is my Father's spleen from when I plunged my ghostly-hand deep into his abdomen and tore it out, murdering him early this morning, Sister!!" the ghost of the nun cried out in fury to the nun.  The nun gasped screamed in horror and the ghost of the nun kept on crying in her white-shroud until she faded-out, vanishing with the blue fog and mist.

Heh-heh-Heh, I bet NUN OF YOU were expecting that eh?  Sister Mary's Father should have given her a GHOST OF A CHANCE, but in the end, she found out that he COULDN'T STOMACH IT!  Oh well, she'll just have to settle for playing HIS ORGAN aha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!
THE TALE OF PIG-MAN

Welcome to my LISCARY Kiddies!  I have you all COVERED with everything from POEMS BY DEADGAR ALLEN POE, to A CHRISTMAS SCARE-ROL BY CHARLES SICKENS Ha-Ha-Ha-Ha!  Or maybe you want to be BOOKED with tonight's tale...

On a summer-night back in 1931, four young boys were hiking through the wilderness of northern-Montana together.  "Hey, Jimmy, we have been out here for a couple hours now.  I say that we camp by this line of trees" one boy told another, pointing to a tree-line.  "Alright, Fred, come on you guys!" Jimmy replied to him, then told the others.  Jimmy, Fred and the other two set up camp with two big tents and then sat down in the grass.

"You fellers ever hear of Pig-Man?" one of the other boys asked Fred, Jimmy and the other one.  "Nope Scott" they replied, holding their lit-lanterns in their laps.  "Well, my Grandpa once told me about this creature is is supposed to live in this woods" Scott explained.  "What does Pig-Man look like Scott?" the other boy inquired.  "Well, Donald, Grandpa said he has the head of a pig and long, black hair and big, black eyes, with a body of a fat man, covered in black hair!!" Scott described to him.

Fred, Jimmy, Scott and Donald started a fire and roasted marshmallows on sticks over it.  As they did, Donald began singing, "She'll Be Coming Around The Mountain" and the others joined in.  Later on, the campfire was out, Donald and Scott were asleep in one tent and Jimmy and Fred were asleep in the other one.  Jimmy awoke, hearing twigs and sticks snapping outside.  He ganced outside, seeing a shape in the light of the moon.  "Scott is that you?" Jimmy called out, whispering.  The quiet-squealing of a pig was heard coming from the shape in the moonlight.  When Jimmy grabbed his lantern and lit it, he shined it on the shape, seeing the creature's black -hair-covered body, that resembled a man's.  He checked out its head with long, black-hair and pure-black eyes, that resembling a pig's.  "PIG-MAN?!?" Jimmy screamed and the tall creature squealed, as its eyes turned a glowing-red and red-slime oozed out of its mouth and snout.  Pig-Man ran out of the light of Jimmy's lantern.  Jimmy then heard the monster squeal off into the night.

Looks like Jimmy was just PIGGING-OUT eh, kiddies?  He found out that Scott grandfather's story wasn't HOGWASH AFTER ALL HEH-Heh-Heh-Heh-Heh.
THE WITCHING HOUR

Hee-Hee-Hee!  There you all are kiddies.  Well, it's SLIME once more, for me to FRIGHT DOWN my grocery list heh-heh.  Let's see, a container of SOUR SCREAM, a bottle of FOUL-SMELLING SHAMPGOO, more SCARE-ROTS and HACK-A-RONI AND CHEESE!  Oh, here's one more EERIE-ITEM, tonight's story.  I entitle this one...

On an Autumn-night back in 1933, a teenage girl wandered along a path in the wilderness of Louisiana, where she saw a cottage.  The teenager stopped at the place, seeing that it was lit up and knocked.  The door was answered by an old lady, in a dark cloak and hood.  The old lady hid her face with her hood, and the darkness of the cottage beyond the light.  "Good evenin', miss, I am sorry to disturb y'all, but it's a long way home for me!" the teenage girl explained to the old woman.

"Come on in dearie and stay the evening please" the old lady invited the girl.  "Really?  Why, thank you" she replied, smiling and followed the old woman inside.  "What had you been doing dearie?" the old lady asked her.  "Oh, I had journeyed to m'Grandparents home for sugar ma'am" she answered.  "Sit down dearie" the old lady told the teenager.  "Thank y'all miss" she replied, taking a chair by the lit-candles in the window.  She put down her sack and watched the old lady shuffle out of the room.

A grandfather-clock in the room chimed: "3:00 a.m.".  The girl looked as the old woman returned, with someone.  "Ah, this is my Sister dearie!" the old woman said to the teenager.  The old woman's sister's face glowed a bright-white and her long hair of light-green blew, as the girl observed this ghost in a black and blue-striped hat and cloak.  "Hello dearie" the ghost spoke in a cackle to the girl.  The girl screamed, seeing the ghost was a witch.  "It 'tis The Witching Hour" the old woman exclaimed and began to cackle also.  The girl looked at her face now in the light and screamed more.  The old lady's face was a rotting-skull.  She was also a witch and the decaying-skeleton she was, cackled loudly and insanely.

The ghost-witch and the witch-zombie started to seep slime of a white-color from out of their mouths.  It ran onto the cottage-floor and as the teenager tried to flee with her sack of sugar, she felt the clawing of the skeleton's rotting, boney-fingers kneading her neck.  The candles went out and the cackles grew louder in the dark.  The girl got the cottage-door open and ran as fast as she could up the path, as the cackling echoed through the woods.

Well, I hope that teenage girl knew WITCH WAY TO GO ON THE PATH ha-ha-ha!  And to think, the witch-zombie was going to entertain her...WITH SKELETONS OF FUN hee-hee-hee-hee!
Beauty Pageant

Hia Kiddies, I was just getting my SCARE WASHED with my bottle of SEVERED-HEAD AND SHOULDERS SHAMBOO!  I'm getting ready for tonight's SWAR-SLAY, in a NASTY-NARCOTIC I call...

There was a woman who wandered up a street over in Chicago, Illinois, back on an evening in 1952.  She went into a bar and saw only two guys and the bartender inside.  She pulled a pistol out of her purse, aiming it at the bartender.  "Give me a shot of bourbon on the rocks and all the money you have mister now!" the woman ordered the bartender.  "Please ma'am, don't shoot.  Right away!!!!!" the bartender yelled, pleading and gave her the cash in the register.

The criminal gathered it up in her purse and the bartender slid her a bourbon on the rocks.  She drank it and fled.  As the lady ran up the street, a shadowy-shape called out to her in a lady's voice from a building up ahead: "excuse me miss, I host an annual beauty pageant.  Would you care to enter?".  "Hello ma'am.  Hm, yes I would thank you" she answered her and followed her into the building.

Three hours later, the robber came out of a room dressed in a swimsuit.  "Oh good Martha, you look lovely.  Right this way please!" the shadowy-woman said to her and Martha followed her to the stage.  A few minutes later, the shadowy-woman announced, "and the winner of this year's pageant is, Martha!!!".  The other ladies applauded for her.  "Wow, me?  Thank you very much, Mrs. Palmer ma'am!!!!" Martha exclaimed to the shadowy-woman.  Then, a light fell upon Mrs. Palmer and the women all screamed in terror.  Mrs. Palmer was a dead and decaying-corpse.  She being also a skeleton, gazed at Martha with a rotting-grin.  The ladies except for Martha ran out of the place, and the zombie cackled to her, "I absolutely love your beautiful young face and can use it" as it clawed with its decayed-fingers of bones at Martha's face in its old rags.  Martha screamed in horror.

The next morning, Martha got out of a bed in old rags and went into a kitchen.  She poured a cup of tea.  But she tore her face off, pulling it on top of a decayed-skull, with boney-hands.  It wasn't Martha, but the living dead-Mrs. Palmer, with Martha's dead-face.  The skeleton sipped her tea and cackled as the cup shook in the zombie's boney-hand.

Martha had to really FACE IT in the end eh?  Heh-Heh-Heh.  Mrs. Palmer knew how to GET UNDER HER SKIN in the end too.  She was a good GHOSTESS OF THE BOO-TY PAGEANT, being able to PULL IT OFF in the end aha-ha-ha-ha-ha!
Phantoms Of The Carriage House

Hee-Hee, this is yet another GORE-Y IN THIS NASTY-NOVEL, girls and boys!  It's a typical GHOST TALE with FRIGHT A SPIN ON THINGS known as...

A man had gone inside a carriage house within the Spring of 1887, over in the countryside of Virginia one night.  The man had gotten a saw from on a mini table.  Then, a colonial-dressed man was at the one end of the table right then nearby the door.  He wore a powdered-wig, and a huge dark-blue colonal-coat, with a white-frilly-collar.  The bow on the tail of his powdered-wig was dark-blue and the man saw him turn to him, looking at him then with blackish eye-sockets and dead-reddish skin.

The colonial man was dead indeed, and the man was in a quiet state of horror, staring back it him.  "Who on Earth are you???" the man spoke at once.  The colonial man spoke back in a gruff voice, "I am thee caretaker of this farm or rather twas thee caretaker hereth.  My Wife awaited fore me to returneth to this place 140 years ago and I twas murdered by my Cousin whom twas thee farmer hereth whom we lived with.  He lusted fore her ye see" he explained to the man.  The colonial dead man with the yellow-trimmed-collar, and green-lined-sleeves on his coat, got into his coat-pocket, standing in his gold-buckled-black shoes with socks up his legs.  The man saw in the doorway of the carriage house a lady right then.  Her skin was pale-white and her left-hand was boney, clutching the side of the doorway.  She had eyeballs without pupils, and the man gasped in terror at the blonde-haired lady in the green gown.  She was in the air, and the dead colonial man gasped in awe at her.

"Mariam my Wife!" the dead man exclaimed to her.  "Frederick it 'tis ye darling!!!" Mariam exclaimed.  "Yes my love, my Cousin Edwin murdered me on account he lusted fore ye.  I sought vengeance and did thee same to him" Frederick told her, then showed Mariam a skeleton with a hole within its rotting skull.  He revealed to her a hatchet from his coat-pocket.  "I took his hatchet and chopped into his head with it, as he did to me.  I buried his corpse underneath thee carriage house hereth!" Frederick told her.  At the sight of the skeleton, the man ran through Frederick and Mariam, finding that they were phantoms, and into the farmhouse.

Ha-Ha-Ha, Frederick had FRIGHT AN IDEA for revenge on his Cousin Edwin and had to finally go a HEAD and HATCHET!  He didn't even give him a GHOST OF A CHANCE, even if he WAS A GHOST hee-hee-hee-hee!  Well, that reunion of Frederick and Mariam made that CARRIAGE HOUSE A SCARE-RRIAGE HOUSE heh-heh-heh-heh.
Annie

There you are boys and girls. I, CREEPS, have been watching MOLD CLASSICS like CASKET-BLANCA with HUMPHREY BOO-GART hee-hee-hee-hee! Another one is LITTLE GORE-PHAN ANNIE and reminds me of a tale, about another GHOUL named...

Back in the late-Winter of 1969, a man was walking downtown out, in Chicago, Illinois, one night. He walked passed an alley and the giggling of a little girl was heard from within the dark-alleyway. The man walked over to it and looked into the darkness as the snow fell. "Hello?" the man said to whoever was within the dark-alleyway. "Hello mister. I am Annie" a voice of a little girl replied to him. Annie walked out of the alley, into the lights of Chicago. She wore a black dress, with long, light-brown sleeves, a white and light-brown collar, and black tap-dance shoes, along with white socks up her legs. Annie's hair was long, blond and straight. "Hello Annie. I'm Wally. You look cold sweetheart" the man said to her, introducing himself. "Nice to meet you, Wally. I am okay thank you for asking" Annie said to Wally. A door opened and both Annie and Wally stepped into a hallway from outside. "Welcome to my apartment, Annie Sweetheart!" Wally said to her with a smile. "Why, thank you Wally. Very kind of you sir" Annie said to him with a smile back, and Wally shut the door, locking it. He and Annie walked into Wally's front room, where "Crimson And Clover" By Tommy James & The Shondells played on a record player.

A teenage hippie sat on a couch, with a color wheel turning on the coffee-table before him. "Hey, Dad, who's this?" the teenage hippie said to Wally, asking. "Hi, Daniel, this is Annie. She was out, in the cold, all alone" Wally replied to him. During the night, Daniel was asleep on the sofa, as the color wheel kept turning on the coffee table, and meanwhile, two next-door neighbors walked out of their apartment, to Wally and Daniel's apartment, and the neighbor lady stood behind the neighbor guy, as he pulled a pocket-knife out of his coat-pocket, jamming it into the keyhole of their front door. As Daniel continued to sleep on the couch, the front door unlocked and then opened. The neighbor guy and the neighbor lady quietly walked into the apartment and the neighbor lady closed the door then. "Come on, baby. We'll kill these people and then rob this pad!" the neighbor guy said to the neighbor lady and kissed her on her lips. "Okay, Maurice, we better hit the jackpot, since we've lived next door to them for two months now" she replied. "We should Molly baby!" Maurice said to her, whispering. They waked into the front room and Maurice aimed his pocket-knife at Daniel's throat. Anna walked into the room and gasped in surprise and fright. Both Maurice and Molly turned and saw her, Maurice pointing his pocket knife at Anna then.
Dr. Jenkins

There you are BOILS AND GHOULS!  Your just in SLIME to join my A-OOZE-MENT PARK.  That's right kiddies, there's SCARE-A-MEL CORN, SCARE-A-MEL APPLES, and much, much more.  Like this little SCARY-GO-ROUND, about a local doctor, who has a secret I call...

"Please enjoy the roast ladies and gentlemen!" an older man in a dining-room in Baltimore, Maryland said to his guests in 1956 one evening.  "Thank you, Dr. Jenkins" a lady at the table said to him and the six others around the the table rose their glasses of wine with her.  "Too kind of you Joyce, you're quite welcome" Dr. Jenkins replied to the lady, sitting down at the table himself, joining them all.  Dr. Jenkins, Joyce and the six others, dined on roast and drank wine together.

A record of Fur Elise played on a record-player against the dining room-wall.  When Dr. Jenkins was clearing the table of plates, one guest stood close by.  "Well, Dr. Jenkins, thank you again for a lovely meal tonight.  I haven't ate that good since my wife and I got married" the man said and chuckled, smiling.  "Thank you Christopher!" Dr. Jenkins replied with a grin.  "Before you go my Friend, please come into my study with me!" Dr. Jenkins asked Christopher.  "Sure" he answered.  The men then sat in the doctor's study and the doctor showed Christopher a surgical scalpel.  "This is my prized tool of all my surgeries, Christopher.  I have used it for forty years tonight!" Dr. Jenkins explained to him.  "The anniversary I see sir!" he said.  "Yes!" Dr. Jenkins added.

"You have some fine things as a surgeon doctor.  I'm sorry that our friendship has to come to an end!" Christopher explained.  He held a gun up, aiming it at Dr. Jenkins.  "After I murder you, I will steal your valueables here" he said.  "Well, I am saddened Christopher that it's come to this then" the doctor replied and the scalpel went into Christopher's stomach, causing him to scream and drop his gun.

The doctor quickly got Christopher out of his house, into the backseat of his car and drove to a hospital.  He promptly strapped Christopher onto a gurney outside and pushed him into the place, through the halls and into the emergency room.  Dr. Jenkins got Christopher on the operating-table and as Christopher woke up moaning in pain, Dr. Jenkins leaned over him whispering, "you shall make an exquisite snack".  Dr. Jenkins grew extremely long fangs and his skin got a sickening-yellow in his blue scrubs.  The doctor's eyes became a glowing-green and his fingernails grew to extremely long claws.  Christopher jerked and writhed, as a needle went into his arm and then grew silent and still.  The monster hissed, biting into his forehead, murdering him, as its claws dove into the stomach of the corpse.

Wow, that was FRIGHT a SURPRISE for Christopoher.  He couldn't STOMACH IT very much though.  But that creature sure DOCTORED HIM UP in the end eh?  I recommend my personal favorite ride kiddies:  THE SCARE-RIS WHEEL Hee-Hee-Hee-Hee!
Kikko's Rain Dance

Heh-Heh, hello boils and ghouls.  I see that you all have SLITHERED back into my CASTLE FEAR I mean here hee-hee. Please gather 'round, and I shall get started on this SLIME-SERVING, I entitle...

Over in Japan, back in 1927, there was a little Japanese boy wandering through a street in Tokyo one afternoon.  It was sprinkling out and the rain got heavier.  He stopped, opened his umbrella and continued on walking.  Soon, the boy noticed a small Japanese girl ahead of him, dancing around under her yellow-umbrella in the rain.  The boy caught up with her.  "Hello, my name is Tako.  What is yours?" he introduced himself as and then asked her.  "Hello Tako, my name is Kikko.  Nice to meet you" she answered.

Kikko's eyes were missing, and she stared at Tako through blackened eye-sockets.  Tako gasped and shivered a little at this.  "Where are your eyes at Kikko?" Tako asked her.  "Oh, they are around" Kikko answered him with a smile.  They walked along together however, Tako stepped a little distance away from her.  Kikko started to dance around again, in her red dress and bare-feet.  Her short, black hair blew in the wind.  "Come along with me Tako, to a fun place.  It is dark enough to play Hide And Seek in!" Kikko invited.  "I am not so sure, Kikko.  Thank you though" he replied.  Kikko kept doing her rain dance, but spit two things out of her mouth, into her one hand.  Tako looked very closely, realizing the things were her eyeballs.  "I see you my brand new Friend!!!" she giggled, holding up her eyes to Tako.  He cringed, gagged and watched her skip into a dark-alleyway.  "Come on, this is the place!" Kikko called out, but Tako heard the sounds of high-pitched shrieking within the darkness.  Kikko ran out, still holding her eyeballs.  "No thank you Kikko.  I have to go home now" Tako called back.  Kikko slowly faded-out, vanishing, being a ghost.  Tako gasped in fright and took off running.

Tako ended up GETTING INTO THE SPIRIT OF THE THINGS, eh boys and girls?  Meeting Kikko, he really didn't EX-SPECTER HER TO BE ONE heh-heh-heh.
The Barn

Why, hello Kiddies.  I was just enjoying my favorite vegetable...CORN ON THE SLOB Hee-Hee-Hee!  It's locally GROAN out, by the milking-cows on the old SCARY FARM.  Speaking of farms, take a gander at our tale, about a boy going snooping into an old barn...

An old barn stood alone in the countryside one early evening.  It was in western-Nebraska, back in 1955 and a boy ran up to it.  He saw that the two upper-windows glowed an eerie bright-red as the sun set.  He raced inside and looked around in the shadows, whistling, "Jimmy Crack Corn".

Some sounds of hooves moving in the barn were heard.  The boy turned on his flashlight and shined it around.  He shined it on a shape of an animal, that of a large swine.  It looked like a shadow in the shine of his flashlight and the thing moved along.  The boy stoppped whistling and kept shining his flashlight on the shadowy-thing.

Rain began pouring down outside and the distant sound of thunder was heard.  The boy sat down in one of the barn-stales and took his flashlight off the shadowy-figure.  In the darkness of the old barn, the thing continued to move along.  "Here piggy, piggy!" the boy called out to it.  The thing stopped walking and grunted.  Gleaming-eyes glowing-yellow-white appeared to the left of him.  He gasped in fear, seeing the thing's face.  It's dark-face was slimy, dripping in black-slime and it showed its fangs of yellow, growling away at the boy.  The boy screamed and cringed, as the creature's growl became a deep-roar and it started biting his arm.  The boy screamed and tried to get up, but the thing had his arm in a tight-grip, gnawing on it.  His arm became covered with black ooze and the boy was finally able to rip his arm free of the monster's slime-oozing jaws.  He sprung out, into the storm and made it into the shelter of a nearby farmhouse.

Well, I hope you just PIGGED-OUT on that story kids.  That pig-like monster really BOAR a creepy-face eh, kiddies?  I literally HOGGED that corn by the way heh-heh!
Maurice

Greetings once again Kiddies.  I'm in a bit of basic training.  I prefer the old JUMP SCARES, being a SCARE-A-TROOPER ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!  I tried HANG-GLIDING and got a little CHOKED UP about it, like the young man in tonight's tale, who has a BONE TO PICK with his fiance's father.  I call it...

In June of 1936, there was a grand manor in Baltimore, Maryland one evening.  Inside the mansion, a young man and a young woman were sitting by a fireplace in the parlor on the sofa, together.  "Tomorrow I am going on a hunting trip my dearest!" the young man said to the lady.  "Oh, please be careful Maurice my love" she replied and kissed his lips.  The following day, Maurice hiked through the wilderness of Maryland.  As he moved slowly through the woods, he spotted and older man come out from behind a tree.  "Mr. Linhurst, what are you doing way out, in the woods here, sir?" Maurice asked him, surprised.  "Stay away from my Daughter Maurice.  I don't like you.  You two will never marry!" Mr. Linhurst told Maurice and shot and murdered him with a shotgun.  Mr. Linhurst wandered off whstling: "Camptown Races".

Four years later, Mr. Linhurst was walking downstairs in the manor, seeing his daughter looking out the parlor-windows.  "Anna my dear, what seems to be the matter?" he asked her, walking into the parlor.  "Oh, Father, I just miss Maurice.  Today is the fourth anniversary of his hunting accident death" Anna answered.  "Oh, you will find someone else my dear" Mr. Linhurst replied.  He drank a bottle of Jim Beam Whiskey, as he turned around, leaving the room.  Mr. Linhurst went outside as the sun was setting.  He finished his whiskey and walked around to his shaded-backyard.  Walking, he fell accidentally into a hole.  "What in blue-blazes?!" Mr. Linhurst yelled out.  Someone helped him up, out of the hole.  Mr. Linhurst looked up on his kness, staring at the living dead Maurice.  Mr. Linhurst's hand was grasping Maurice's skeletal-hand, which had worms squirming on it.  The zombie still had one eye, but missing his other one, grinning down at the older man, with a grinning-skull.  The skeleton's trench-coat was brown and dirty, as some white hair stuck out of its old, brown-hood.  The zombie of Maurice jumped in his brown boots and pants into the hole, as Mr. Linhurst screamed.  The skeleton pulled him into the hole with him, filling it in with dirt using a shovel, burying Mr. Linhurst alive with it.

Ol' Mr. Linhurst really took a SHOT at it, but in the end it was Maurice who had to COVER HIS TRACKS FOR HIM heh-heh-heh.  Maurice did give Mr. Linhurst a HAND and Maurice ended up DIGGING THE HOLE THING Hee-Hee.
THE BROOKDALE KILLER

Oh, there you are kiddies.  HACK again for MORE GORE I see eh?  Well, welcome to ISSUE FORTY-TWO OF CREEPS CASTLE and Let's start with a STORY THAT REALLY SUCKS shall we?  Hee-Hee.  Oh don't worry, you kids are sure to be GROSSED-OUT by this GORE-MET ha-ha-ha-ha!  This tale is REALLY KILLER and I call it...

Back in spring, 1965, out, in the small town of Brookdale, Illinois, some person was calling to a woman from outside of a convenient store.  One other car was only around along with the car the woman was in, and she could see see only one cashier inside the store.  The person calling to her stood at the one side of the convenient store, as a shadowy-figure in the night.

The person approached the lady's vehicle, and now she could hear them call out in a female-voice, "would you like some coffee?".  "Oh, well, thank you ma'am" she said to the other woman.  The lady took a cup of it from her and drank.  The woman in the vehicle suddenly choked, as the shadowy-image of a mini razor-blade poked out of her throat, killing her.  The shadowy-lady laughed and stuck her head into the car.  Viscous biting, sucking and slurping noises were heard.  The next day, four policemen and the cashier surrounded the car.  "This woman was spotted at Brookdale Bank late last night stealing money.  We have retrieved it from her vehicle here for the bank" one cop explained to the cashier.  "Oh my.  I am terrified as to who killed her Officer.  Looks to me like an animal" the cashier replied.

That night, a teenage hippie played a record of The Beatles singing: Eight Days A Week, in an apartment by the convenient store.  He smoked a cigarette in his front room and a woman walked downstairs.  "Hey, Miss Granger, be careful tonight because The Man's looking for The Brookdale Killer" the hippie informed the woman.  "Oh, thank you for the warning, Chuck" Miss Granger replied and walked out the door, then turned and told him: "I am The Brookdale Killer!".  Her face transformed, becoming as white as snow and her eyes becoming a solid-black.  As she stood in her black dress, socks and shoes, her long black hair blew in the wind.  Miss Granger then opened her mouth, having deep-blue fangs that were needle-like and strikingly-long.  The vampire ran off into the evening.

Now I give that tale a BLADE A...RAZOR-BLADE A THAT IS aha-ha-ha-ha-ha!  Miss Granger turned out to be A LADY OF THE FRIGHT heh-heh-heh!
The Ritual

I have been DEGORE-RATING for Halloween kiddies.  From the PUNCH-BOO, to the FINGER-FOOD ha-ha-ha-ha.  Well, let's get this MONSTER-MASH going, with a PARTY-STARTER I call...

In July, 1957, in the backwoods of northwestern-Georgia, two young boys were sitting up, in a treehouse together.  They were smoking cigarettes and had a transistor radio.  Chuck Berry sang, Johnny B. Goode on the radio.  "Hey, Eddie, wanna go into town and get some soda pop?" one boy asked the other.  "Alright Vic!" Eddie replied.  A bit later, Eddie and Vic walked out of a store in a small town, carrying bottles of Coca Cola.  Two older bullies stopped them on the curb.  "Look who it is, Jack" one bully said to the other one.  "Yeah, Clint, the wussies!" Jack replied, laughing.  "Howdy fellas" Vic said to Jack and Clint.  "Howdy wussy" Jack said and punched Vic in the cheek.  Vic screamed out in pain, sprawling backwards.  Clint hit Eddie in the stomach.  Eddie screamed.

Five minutes later, the boys walked back to their treehouse, beat up, with two black eyes and bruises on their faces, arms and hands.  "Those guys stole our soda pop!" Vic said.  "Yeah, they're gonna pay, Vic" Eddie answered.  That night, Eddie and Vic headed back into town.  The moon was becoming full and they saw Jack and Clint lighting cigarettes by the side of a building.  As they smoked, Clint spotted the boys coming.  "Jack, it's the wussies again!" Clint said.  "Yeah Clint howdy!" Eddie said.  "Y'all come back for another beating?" Jack asked the boys.  The moon was full and the boys grew fangs.  Yellow-circles appeared around Vic's pupils in his eyes, as he stood in his white shirt, blue jeans and brown boots.  His brown hair turned solid-white.  Eddie's hair also became an eerie-white, as he stood in his red suspenders, white shirt and brown shoes.  The vampires attacked the bullies, biting and tearing their throats, causing them to scream.  Jack and Clint turned pale-white, dropping to the ground, dead.  "The ritual is complete for another full-moon!" Eddie told Vic.

Well, that was very FANGTASTIC wasn't it children?  Vic and Eddie really had a SHARP IDEA and SUNK THEIR TEETH INTO IT hee-hee-hee-hee!  It's SLIME for my favorite game, Kiddies, that'll just ROPE YOU IN.  HANGMAN Heh-Heh-Heh-Heh!
A Show Of Horror

Welcome to my CASTLE boys and girls.  I, CREEPS, am FEAR with an ALL SPEW ISSUE TWENTY-FIVE of CREEPS CASTLE!  Tonight's tale, is about a sideshow performer, who's NOT CLOWNING AROUND, entitled...

On a Fall night back in 1882, there was a circus in West-Indiana.  In the circus tent, the ringmaster announced to the crowd, "introducing Douglas The Living Dead, ladies and gentlemen.  Boys and girls!".  The audience applauded, as the ringmaster moved out of the way of a coffin.  The coffin-lid opened and a shrouded-figure sat up in it.  The figure in the red shroud and robe, waved with their red-gloved-hands and announced: "good evening, ladies and gentlemen.  Girls and boys.  I, Douglas The Living Dead, shall return from my grave by tomorrow!".  As the audience cheered and clapped, Douglas The Living Dead closed the lid of the coffin, sealing himself inside.  The ringmaster then proceeded to bury the man alive.

An hour later, the ringmaster was in a bar at a table, drinking a bottle of Jim Beam Whiskey.  Another man sat and drank the same thing with him.  "So tell me Ned, how did you meet Douglas?" the man asked the ringmaster.  "He uh, just approached me in Chicago last month, and he was wearing that shroud, robe and those gloves like he always does, Harry" Ned replied.  "He basically explained to me what he could do, so either this works or I get the chair!" Ned The Ringmaster finished.  "Yes, I understand" Harry said.

The following evening, Ned The Ringmaster and the same crowd were back in the circus tent.  "Folks, I have previously dug up Douglas The Living Dead's coffin and now, we shall all see if he has accomplished this horrifying feat!" Ned announced and showed the coffin behind him.  The coffin opened and Douglas The Living Dead sat up, causing Ned and the crowd to scream.  The lanterns in the tent blew out and Douglas removed his shroud, robe and gloves in the dim-light of the moon from outside.  A series of wild, high-pitched cackling arose in the tent, as Douglas put on a straw-hat in the moonlight.  Ned lit a lantern, shining it on the decaying-bones of Douglas.  He was a rotting old skeleton, twisting his boney-neck from side to side, making horrible cracking and snapping noises.  The audience screamed more, ruinning out of the tent.

Ned The Ringmaster screamed in absolute faer, the zombie of Douglas The Living Dead climbing out of his coffin, worms squirming in and out of his boney-mouth.  "I told you I'd pull it off sir!" the decomposing-skeleton cackled to Ned, as pieces of flesh fell from all of his skeletal-fingers.

That was quite SKELETONS OF FUN wasn't it boys and girls?  Hee-Hee, Douglas was sure DEAD ON with his show too.
Boris Masgorv's Spaghetti Dinner

Welcome kiddies to my CASTLE.  I, your old FIEND, CREEPS, am here to give you all a DOSE OF DEADWEIGHT, in this EERIE-INVITATION to a nice, little DINNER OF DREAD...

On a Summer-evening, in 1903, there was a large, old mansion in the countryside of New England.  Inside, there was a man seated at the dining-room-table, among rows of lit-candles on it.  The man wore a silver-mask and stroked his long, dark-hair, tugging at the curls.  The doorbell suddenly rang and the man answered it.  It was another gentleman at the door.  "Ah, Henry, good evening.  Come in!  Come in!  The feast is prepared my old Friend!" the man in the mask said to the man at the door.

"Good evening, Boris, thank you" Henry replied, smiling and followed him in.  Boris and Henry sat down, at the dining-room-table and a butler brought out a big gold-platter, with a gold-cover on it.  "Thank you Winston!" Boris said to him.  "Yes sir, would you care to listen to riveting music Mr. Masgorv?" the butler answered and asked.  "Yes" Boris replied and Winston The Butler played, The Blue Danube Waltz on a record on the record-player in the corner, then left.  A few minutes later, Boris and Henry dined on spaghetti and drank glasses of wine, together.  Boris Masgorv got up suddenly and swung gleefully from the chandelier.  "Are you alright, Boris?" Henry asked.  "I have not seen you in years" he added.  "Yes Henry, I want you to see what I am now" Boris replied.  As Boris Masgorv spun around on the chandelier in his white, dress-shirt, black boots and black, dress-pants, he pulled off his mask.  His face was that of a skull with wide-eyes.  Boris laughed as The Blue Danube Waltz continued to play.  "I am dead and rather a zombie!" he cackled, as chunks of the flesh fell from his hands, making them skeletal and boney.

It looks like my Friend, Boris really knew how to SWING-DANCE even to Classical Music heh-heh!  Well, Henry had to HAND it to Boris for PULLING IT OFF at dinner, even if he had to FACE IT Ha-Ha-Ha!
The Little Pianist

Hello again kiddies and welcome into my CASTLE!  This SLIME, you shall have to stay in TUNE with our story.  Hee-Hee!

On an evening back in 1899, there was a home over in Paris, France, where a small boy walked down the ornate staircase.  He heard somebody playing, "Fur Elise" By Beethoven, on a piano in the parlor.  The boy entered the parlor, spying a small girl seated at the grand piano, playing away.  The little pianist looked over at him, as he walked up to her.  The girl, he noticed, had a bright-purple dress on, with bright-purple-tap-dance shoes, white socks up her legs and that she seemed rather dead.  Her skin was decayed and her hair was black and braided into two braids.  She also wore a bright-purple bow in her hair, as she stared at the boy, with her gleaming-white eyes.  The little pianist was an apparition and the boy gasped out loud in surprise and fear, seeing her.  She continued playing the grand piano, as she smiled, widely at him, with a creepy-expression.  As the boy ran to the staircase, he looked back into the parlor, hearing the music stop and seeing that the ghost was gone.

Hee-Hee!  Talk about being PLAYED with eh, kiddies?  But you'll be glad to know the boy took MUSICAL-NOTE of what happened heh-heh.  Until next issue, sit down at your pianos kiddies and SLAY ON ha-ha-ha-ha!