THE BEACH HOUSE

Welcome girls and boys.  I have been saving THE BEAST FOR LAST heh-heh-heh-heh!  This MORBID-MASTERPIECE, is about a guy who goes on a SLAY-CATION to the SEA-HORROR, and ends up staying in...

A guy drove to a beach over in Maryland, back in 1969 one day.  He parked at the side of a beach house, got out of his car and knocked on the door of the house.  A woman answered the door.  "Hi Roger.  Come on in" she invited him, giving the man a hug and kiss on the cheek.  "Hi Amy, good to see you Sister" Roger said to her and kissed her cheek.  He followed Amy into her beach-house and sat down in a chair in her front room.  "Thank you for inviting me here to your beach house for three weeks, Amy.  I'll unpack my things later on" Roger said to her, thankfully.  "You're welcome.  You are my Brother ya know" she said back, replying.  Amy had a record playing on her record player of The Beatles singing, Eight Days A Week, and she poured two glasses of tequila from a bottle at the bar in her living room corner.

Amy gave a glass to Roger and they drank the glasses of tequila together.  "Thank you" he told her.  A few hours went by, and Roger was out, on the beach at sunset, watching the water.  As he stood in the sand, he heard the singing of I'm A Little Teapot by two young girls somewhere close by.  He saw the two girls walking slowly out of the water and start to approach him.  As they did, Roger noticed their faces were expressionless and their eyes were just wide, black slits.  They were twins, both dressed in beige coats with black collars, and deep blue skirts.  When the girls got to Roger in their bare-feet, he saw that they were transparent somewhat, being phantoms.  One of the phantoms twins had a red beret on with her shorter straight black hair, and her twin just had shorter straight black hair without a red beret on.  They sang away together and then vanished, fading-out.  Roger screamed in horror and ran into his sister's beach house.  "What's wrong, Roger?" Amy asked him, as he laid down on her sofa.  "Oh, yeah, I'll be fine Amy" he said, replying.  Amy stood in the doorway of her kitchen, turned and walked back into it.  Roger sighed and shut his eyes.  He then opened his eyes and saw the twin girls standing next to the couch, with one having their ghostly-dead-hand on his arm.  "Hello, Roger.  Please help us.  Amy murdered us, because she wanted to buy our beach-house here from Mommy and Daddy" the phantoms of the twins said, explaining to him, with their expressionless faces.  Then black ooze started dripping out of their wide, black slits for eyes.  Roger gasped in surprised fear and they vanished once more.  He sat up immediately with a gasp of terror.

Roger rushed into Amy's kitchen.  "I think your beach house is haunted Amy!!" he said to his sister in horror.  She held a bowl of salad in her hands and answered: "oh, Roger, this place is haunted by the poor twin Daughters of the couple who sold this house to me.  They went missing three years ago".  Roger saw a bottle of tequila on Amy's kitchen-counter, opened it and drank.  During that night, the ghostly-voices of the phantoms of the twins whispered "Roger, help us please!" over and over from the hall.  Roger moved to his side in a bed in a bedroom, waking up then.  He looked out, into the hallway, hearing the repeating whispers of the ghosts calling to him.  He got up and glanced out into Amy's hall.  There were the ghosts of the twins, standing at one end of the hallway.  Roger yawned and approached them.  "My Sister Amy killed you both for your beach-house here.  That's why you two haunt it" he told them.  "Yes sir.  Our Mommy and Daddy moved away after the police officers were unable to find us" the aparitions explained to him, whispering.  The black ooze dripped, leaked and ran out of the eye-slits and down their ghostly-faces.  Roger turned around and he made fists, quietly going into a second room.

The room was Amy's bedroom and Roger shook her by her arm, waking her.  "You murderer, Amy.  You love this beach house of yours here, but you resulted to doing that to two poor twin Sisters!!" Roger screamed at her.  Amy sat up in her bed and suddenly saw the ghosts on each side of her brother.  She screamed in horror, the twins giving her eerie, ghostly-grins, as more and more black ooze poured from their black eye-slits.  "Hello, Amy, come out, to the beach with us.  We can swim in the sea together.  Just the three of us" the phantoms moaned together and while Roger held his sister by her arms tightly, the ghostly-flesh of the twins grew a pale-white.  "I KILLED YOU TWO GET AWAY FROM ME!!!" Amy screamed at the dead girls.  They both clutched her head with their dead-hands, the dead, ghostly-flesh on their hands splitting and cracking.  More of the black ooze seaped out of the cracks in their phantom-hands of dead white, dripping onto Amy's bedsheets.  The phantoms both jerked her head, ending her screams with her neck snapping, killing her.  Roger helped  the phantoms drag Amy's corpse out of her beach-house and to the seashore.  The ghostly twin sisters smiled eerily at him and gurgled through more black ooze leaking out of their phantom-mouths, saying: "thank you Roger!", then drug Amy's body out, into the ocean where they sank with it.

Hee-Hee, ah, it was good that Roger finally GOT THE OCEAN I mean the NOTION and helped out those poor girls.  It's DIE-RONIC that Amy played EIGHT DAYS A SHRIEK by The Beatles, because she sure did enough shrieking that FRIGHT aha-ha-ha-ha!  See you next SLIME kiddies for yet more MAGAZINES OF MADNESS heh-heh-heh-heh.