"OUT OF GROUNDS"

HEE-HEE! Welcome GAME-GAWKERS! There's gonna be a SPOOK-TACULAR SPORT to look at within my CASTLE tonight! About a football player, who has to GET ON THE BALL, titled...

Back in October, 1960, a sign read: "WILLINGHAM UNIVERSITY" in blue capital-letters in front of a building down, in Alabama one day. Behind the college, the football team was practicing out, on the field. The coach blew his whistle and the team all sat down on the bleachers then. "Alright boys. Good job!" the coach said to the team. One of the football players said to another one: "hey, Ryan, if I do not pass our Geography Exam, I will no longer be on the team according to Professor Fremont man!". "I'm sorry Harry. I'll help y'all study for it man" Ryan replied to him. "Thanks" Harry told him. "Y'all are welcome" Ryan responded. That afternoon, Ryan and Harry were sitting within a classroom and a teacher was standing in front of the blackboard before the class. "Now, y'all have your Geography Exam coming up on Tuesday, Class. I expect you to do very well on it" he said. The bell rang then. As the class left, Harry approached the teacher. "Excuse me, Professor Fremont, I will try my very best on your exam sir" Harry told him. "Ah, Harry, y'all will fail it, because you are a fool. An idiot all around, if I may add sir. Football in my opinion, is a dimwitted sport y'all waste your time on" Professor Fremont said, replying. Harry frowned and walked out of Professor Fremont's classroom then.

That night, Harry was out, on the football field, throwing a football and catching it alone. Professor Fremont stepped onto the field and Harry saw him. "Evenin' there Harry. Practicin' some football eh!" Professor Fremont said to him. "Evenin' Professor Fremont. Yes sir!" Harry answered his teacher. As Harry frowned standing on the football field. Professor Fremont looked all around, then aimed a gun at Harry. Harry's eyes widened in surprised-fear and Professor Fremont shot him, killing him instantly. "Y'all stupid idjit, Harry. I never liked you one bit in my class!" Professor Fremont said to his dead body. As quick as he could, Professor Fremont dug a hole within the football field, then kicked Harry's corpse into it. "Here is y'all football uniform you idiot!" Professor Fremont said to the corpse and dropped it into the grave, then covered up the hole as fast as he could. Then he ran off. A year later, Ryan was out on the football field at dawn, looking around. Suddenly, the grass on part of the field where Harry's grave was at, moved upwards, and a zombified-hand of green decaying-flesh pushed up, out of the ground. A hole formed and the zombie of Harry dressed in his football uniform rose his decaying-green skull out of the dirt. There was a few seconds of moaning in a distorted-voice from within the grave, and Ryan screamed in horror at the sight. The zombie of Harry croaked in a distorted-voice to him, "help me Ryan. It's me Harry!". Harry's skull still had eyelids and the empty eyelids glowed-yellow.

"HARRY!!!!!" Ryan yelled and he helped the living-dead-zombie to his decaying-feet. Meanwhile, Professor Fremont was drinking a bottle of Ripple within the living-room of a house, standing in his robe. He looked out the one window in the living room and saw a paper boy throw a newspaper on his stoop, as he rode his bicycle. Soon, Professor Fremont's doorbell rang and he opened his door. It was Harry's zombie, breathing in a deep tone. The zombie of Harry stood in his white football uniform with blue streaks on it, white cleats with more blue streaks on them and blue football helmet. His dead blue tongue was squrming out of his skull's mouth and his lower-jawbone broke part of his football helmet, as the living dead man held a football in his one purple gloved-hand. Rotting-flesh of green fell from his skull and Professor Fremont screamed in horror. The zombie threw the football at Professor Fremont and it struck him in the head, causing him to fall backwards. "PROFESSOR FREMONT HOW ABOUT PLAYING A GAME OF FOOTBALL WITH ME!" the zombie of Harry screamed at him, and reached down, gripping his head. The living-dead man snapped Professor Fremont's neck, killing him instantly. Outside, Ryan sat in the driver's seat of a car parked in Professor Fremont's driveway. Soon, Harry's zombie came out of the house, carrying Professor Fremont's skull in his gloved-hand. Ryan smiled at him. That evening, the zombie of Harry kicked Professor Fremont's skull out of bounds on the football field. "OUT OF GROUNDS" the zombie croaked and laughed in his distorted voice.

Ryan and Harry sure were BEST FIENDS in the end eh? What a GRAVE SITUATION Harry found himself in though. Finally, Professor Fremont JOINED THE GAME and Harry found out he had some GOOD SKULL in it too heh-heh-heh-heh-heh!