UNINVITED

Heh-Heh, HELLO TERROR KIDDIES! I, CREEPS, have been getting ready for a PUTRID-PARTY within my CASTLE here. I have candy bars like SICKERS, SEVERED-BUTTER-FNGERS, and everybody's favorite, SLAY DAY aha-ha-ha-ha-ha! OF CORPSE, our FINAL-FABLE OF FEAR has to do with another PUTRID-PARTY ON HALLOWEEN FRIGHT. With a GHOULISH-GUEST who was...

It was back on Halloween Night of 1973, up, in Manhattan, New York City, where a young man walked passed the window of an apartment from within the front room. A Halloween party was going on within the front room and other young men and young women who were hippies danced, as The Jackson 5 sang "ABC" on a record on a record player within the corner of the living-room. The young man who had walked passed the window, went into the kitchen, opened a bottle of Scotch on the counter, and took a swig of it. "Happy Halloween Ryan. Groovy party man" a hippie guy said to him, walking into the kitchen. "Happy Halloween, Randy. Hey, thanks man. Everyone's gonna get quite the surprise tonight" Ryan replied to him, smiling. "Groovy!" Randy said. Randy walked back out of the kitchen and Ryan took another swig of Scotch from his bottle, then grabbed a Frankenstein mask on the counter. He put it on and went back into the living room. He walked over to his front door and latched it. Then, Ryan put down his bottle of Scotch on an end-table beside a light. He pulled a hunter's knife out of his pocket, opened it, and then flicked a switch by the door, turning off the lights within his apartment, causing everyone to gasp in surprise. A flashlight came on, shining onto Ryan's masked-face, and he turned off the record-player, flashing the flashlight on it. Then, he held up his hunter's knife, aiming the flashlight at the back of a hippie woman.

Ryan walked up behind her and swung the hunter's knife at her. She screamed, as the sound of the knife cutting into skin was heard, and everybody else gasped, but a pale-white hand scraped its long, red claws across Ryan's back from behind him, causing the sounds of a shirt ripping to be heard. Within the light of his flashlight, Ryan gasped in surprise and fell over, as the hippies all screamed. The lights came back on, with Randy having his finger on the light switch by the front door, and the other hippies ran out of Ryan's apartment, one other hippie lady held the hand of the hippie woman who Ryan had attacked. When they fled also, Randy looked down at Ryan on the floor, and ran over to his telephone. As the hippie dialed "9-11", the pale white hand with the long red claws, gripped Ryan by his wrist, and drug him into away behind Randy. "Hello! 9-11, what is your emergency please?" a female operator over the phone asked the hippie. "Hello, my Buddy attacked a lady with a knife. Her hand's cut, but she's okay!" Randy replied to her, nervously. Two pale white clawed-hands put Ryan up, on his kitchen table on his back, and he stirred and woke up. As he took off his Frankenstein mask, the lady with the clawed-hands looked down at him. She had: long, straight blonde hair, and wore a long and flowing-dress of red. Her eyes were missing, and she seemed to gaze down at him with her huge black eye-sockets. She smiled, revealing fangs, being a vampire and Ryan screamed in horror up at her.

"I planned to kill those hippie freaks around here tonight. That's why I invited them all to my Halloween Party here. But who the heck are you babe? You were uninvited!" Ryan said to the vampire, trembling in surprised fear. "Ah, yes, you are correct mister. Fore I vas within the neighborhood tonight, on account of it being Halloween. I had to save these people from you" the female vampire said, explaining to him. Yellow slime seeped out of her eye sockets and she bit Ryan with her fangs, plunging into his throat, causing him to look up and scream out in pain. Meanwhile, Randy stood outside with the hippie who was attacked and the other hippie, who was wrapping her hand with bandages for her. "Are you alright?" Randy asked her. "Yes, Randy, I'm groovy now. Thanks Darlene" she replied to him, then said to the other hippie. "Of course, Betty. You're welcome" Darlene replied to her. "Good. The Medics and The Man will be here to help ya soon, Betty" Randy said to her. Meanwhile, the female vampire walked out of Ryan's kitchen, hissing away eerily, as more yellow slime seeped out of her black eye-sockets. Within her red clawed-hands, was Ryan's dead skull.

Ha-Ha, that vampire had a lot of SKULL with her work eh, Kiddies? As for poor Ryan, THE TABLES WERE TURNED in a SLAY...KITCHEN TABLE THAT IS hee-hee-hee!