DOLLY

Ah, you've arrived at just THE FRIGHT TIME to listen to a CLASSIC GOLDEN MOLDY...SCREAM WEAVER BY GARY FRIGHT heh-heh-heh-heh-heh.  I, CREEPS, have been meaning to play this REVOLTING-RECORD of it.  Oh, welcome to ISSUE #68 OF CREEPS CASTLE BY THE SLAY!  BILE I listen to this SICKENING-SONG on my OLD RECORD-SLAYER here, take a GHOULISH-GANDER at our first ACHING-ARTICLE, titled...

It was way back in July of 1891, in an antique store over in east-Pennsylvania, where an old lady was dusting off an antique grandfather-clock one day.  There was a wooden clown doll in the back room of the shop, with a sailor's cap, curly red hair that was made of yarn, a painted-face of white, with painted-on black dots for eyes, painted-on black eyebrows, a painted-on black mouth and a painted-on red nose.  It wore a pair of blue suspenders and overalls along with a red and yellow-striped collared-shirt, having red and yellow-striped socks up its legs and brown shoes.  A young couple came into the antique shop and the young man said to the old lady: "good day Mildred.  My Wife Rachel and I would like to purchase an antique teapot please ma'am".  "Why, good day to you, Joseph and Rachel.  I do have one from back in the 18th Century, pardon me while I go retrieve it" Mildred said in reply to them.  "Thank you" Joseph and Rachel said to her with smiles.  Mildred went to the one side of her store and reached for an antique teapot from up, on a shelf.  Joseph came up behind her then, swinging a baseball bat and hitting her in her back.  Mildred fell to the floor with a scream of pain.  Joseph and Rachel carried her down, into the back room where the wood clown doll sat in an antique chair.  They put her on the floor and Rachel tied a cloth around Mildred's mouth, as Joseph tied a rope around her.  "Sorry Mildred.  We are stealing your most expensive antiques and moving out of this area.  Goodbye!" Rachel talked to her about, explaining.  Then she and Joseph stole the grandfather clock and other large antiques, including the 18th century teapot, loading it all into their huge carriage, and rode off in the horse-drawn carriage together.

The clown doll of wood moved around the back room, being alive and walking up the few steps and out, into the main part of the antique store.  The living doll with the white gloves jumped along the store as its wooden-arms and legs extended, stretching.  It giggled eerily in a chipmunk voice.  Then the thing walked out of the antique shop.  Rachel and Joseph arrived at a cottage and the two horses stopped when Joseph pulled on their reins.  The couple got out and unloaded the stolen antiques from their carriage, carrying them into the cottage.  "Now we are all the way twenty miles outside of town here, Rachel darling.  Nobody shall catch us" Joseph said to his wife and kissed her on her lips.  "Good dear indeed" Rachel smiled, replying.  Joseph then went outside and lit a cigar.  As he smoked, he heard an eerie laugh in a chipmunk-voice.  It came from the one side of the cottage.  Joseph approached the side of the home and there was the living clown doll of wood, standing in the grass with a knife in its gloved-hand.  The horses whinnied as they heard Joseph scream out and the clown doll's laughter got more intense.  Meanwhile, Rachel was brewing a pot of tea in the kitchen of the cottage snd wondered outside.  "Joseph, darling, I am brewing some tea" she called out to him, but only saw the horses and their carriage.  Then Rachel found Joseph's dead body in the grass at the side of the cottage, lying facedown.  As she screamed and screamed, she ran back into the house, latching the door tight.

The chipmunk laughter of the living-wooden-clown-doll echoed through the cottage and Rachel gasped in fear.  The laughter got more intense and crazy as she ran into the kitchen.  "I am Dolly The Living-Wooden-Clown-Doll from the shop that you and your Husband Joseph robbed today, Rachel" the chipmunk voice introduced itself to her as from some unknown area of the cottage.  Rachel gasped looking around and then a yellow balloon floated to her in mid-air.  The yellow balloon popped, bursting, causing thick, red slime to splatter from within it onto Rachel's head and dress.  She screamed in horror and Dolly's crazed laughter grew even louder.  His chipmunk-laughter echoed and it jumped up, onto her back with its knife and lowered it to her stomach, as she screamed, jerking.  That night, Dolly The Living-Wooden-Clown-Doll was back down in his room of the store.  Mildred was sitting in a rocking-chair in the back room, rocking back and forth.  "Thank you Dolly for taking  Joseph and Rachel's horses from their carriage to my farm to live.  They shall be a welcome addition" Mildred talked to the clown doll about, thanking him.  "You are welcome, Mildred.  The antiques all are back here also ma'am" Dolly laughed, telling her in reply.  "Joseph and Rachel's corpses shall make grand antiques for your knick knack store here" Dolly laughing eerily, telling Mildred.  "Why, yes they shall of course, Dolly" Mildred spoke, agreeing with it, and both the dead bodies of Joseph and Rachel hung by marionette-strings like puppets from the rafters of the room.

Well, both Joseph and Rachel ended up HANGING AROUND in the knick-knack store.  OF CORPSE, NO-BODY was around except Dolly and Mildred aha-ha-ha-ha-ha!