GRANDPA

Hello again Kiddies! So glad you decided to TOMB INTO this PUTRID-PROGRAM on BASIC SLAY-BLE ha-ha-ha-ha! I prefer TOMBING INTO classic shows like KILL-IGAN'S ISLAND and MOLD FAVORITES like THE WONDER FEARS hee-hee-hee-hee-hee! This TELEVISED-TERROR-TALE is called...

It was a rainy afternoon up, in Maine, where a boy stood within a cemetery back in April of 1954. He stood in front of a tombstone that read: "JAMES A. CONRAD BORN FEBRUARY 9TH, 1884-MARCH 21ST, 1950" on it. "Hi Grandpa. Mom and Dad are selling your farm. Francine my Babysitter is watching me at home now. She still abuses me all the time and I am afraid to let Mom and Dad know that she beats me" the boy said, looking at the tombstone. The boy walked off in the light rain and out of the cemetery. The soil moved upwards back at the grave, and a boney-hand pushed up, out of the ground then. It's skeletal-digits moved around in the light-rain, making the sickening-sounds of cracking. Meanwhile, the boy ran to a cottage within the countryside and walked into it. He saw a young lady came into the front room and look angrily at him. "You're sopping-wet Charlie. Take those boots and that raincoat off now!!" she said to him, angrily. "Yes, Francine" Charlie replied to her and sighed sadly. Charlie took off his raincoat and boots, hanging it on the coat-rack and putting his boots beside the coat rack. "Now get to mopping the kitchen or I'll beat you again boy!!" Francine said to Charlie, threatening him. "Yes Francine" he said, sighing sadly and walked into the kitchen. Charlie got the mop out of the bucket of water and mopped the floor, but mistakenly hit the bucket with his foot, knocking the pail over and spilling the water. Francine came into Charlie's kitchen, grabbed a metal spoon from on the counter and beat him right in his face with it five times in a row. He screamed in pain and Francine screamed at him: "CHARLIE, LOOK AT THIS MESS. THERE'S WATER ALL OVER!!!". She walked out of the kitchen and Charlie cried, rubbing his bruising eyes. "I am hiding until Mom, Dad and my sixteen year old Brother Teddy get home here tonight, Francine!!" Charlie said to her, as he walked into his living room, and then ran out the front door. She ran out of the cottage, chasing him. Francine chased the boy into the cemetery and screamed at him, "I WILL JUST TELL THEM YOU FELL WITHIN THE WOODS AGAIN LIKE I ALWAYS HAVE CHARLIE! YOU ARE A STUPID NINE YEAR OLD!". Just then, a figure in a light-brown cloak and hood stepped in between them and they faced Francine, revealing themselves as a living dead zombie. The zombie was also a skeleton and Francine screamed in total terror at it.

"You are my Grandson Charlie's babysitter Francine. You have been beating him and abusing him for a long time...until now!!!" the zombie of Charlie's grandpa croaked to Francine in a distorted-voice, with worms falling out of his boney-mouth. Francine ran as fast as she could and the zombie-skeleton turned and stared at Charlie. Charlie gasped in fear but slowly smiled. As Francine ran to the other side of the graveyard screaming, she hid behind an oak tree. The light rain fell and some thunder sounded, with dark clouds moving over the graveyard, causing it to become darkened then. Charlie walked through the cemetery and got close to the oak tree. Francine noticed him and grabbed the boy by his collar. She pulled him to her and hit him in the arm with the metal-spoon, causing him to scream in pain. "You rotten, stupid boy! Keep shut up to your Parents and Brother like always about me beating you or I'll bury you in your Grandfather's grave" Francine said, threatening Charlie. An ax appeared from the other side of the tree and the skeleton of James A. Conrad stepped behind the tree, holding the weapon. The zombie cackled in his distorted voice and the babysitter looked at him, gasping. Charlie got out of her grasp and ran around the tree then. The boney-zombie of the farmer swung the weapon and as his grandson shut his eyes, the sounds of Francine screaming and the slicing of flesh were heard. Charlie opened his eyes and saw Francine's dead body face down on the ground behind the oak tree. "Thanks Grandpa for saving me" Charlie said to the living-dead corpse in the hood and cloak of light brown. "My pleasure Charlie. You are safe now boy" the zombie-skeleton of Grandpa responded to him in his distorted-voice and cackled eerily, worms crawling out of his left-eye-socket. Charlie hugged the skeleton and James A. Conrad's boney-hand stroked his hair. Then the boy ran out of the graveyard, stopped running and looked back. The zombie of Grandpa slowly stepped back over to his grave, carrying his axe in his boney-hand.

Awe, what a FEAR-JERKER that ending was eh, BOYS AND GHOULS? Fortunately, poor Charlie was saved by his Grandpa OF CORPSE heh-heh-heh-heh. Francine wasn't AX-PECTING that dead farmer to do that either! Oh well, it was a GRAVE MISTAKE of hers to abuse Charlie aha-ha-ha-ha-ha!