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There Was An Old Woman

Welcome kiddies.  I was just playing a little game of CASKETBALL here!  Our SCREAM-TEAM name is the CHICAGO BOOS Heh-Heh-Heh-Heh!  The next best thing to being the GHOUL-KEEPER, is being a SCREAM-MATE!  Our GHOSTLY-GAME tonight, is sure to have you all call for your MUMMIES.  I call it...

There was a storm one night back in 1948, in Deedun, California, where a girl looked out the window of her bedroom of her home upstairs, across the street.  The house across the street, was completely dark inside and the wind shook the swing on the front porch, as it swung back and forth rapidly.  As the girl watched, a figure walked over to the middle upstairs-window, looking out, at her.  It was some old woman in a light-grey dress.  The girl was shocked and surprised, gasping and turning away from her window.  When the girl looked back out, the old woman was missing.

The next morning, the girl walked out of her home, grabbing her bicycle out of the open-garage.  She glanced over at the house across the street.  She noticed the old woman glaring down, at her, from up, in the middle-window upstairs again.  She smiled, with a toothless-gaze.  The young girl gasped in surprise again, but then smiled back and waved.  She then got on her bike and rode up the block.  An hour later, she returned to her house, riding into the open-garage.  "Mama, there was an old woman looking out at me, from that house across the street over there" the girl told a young lady, who was coming outside.  "Beth, that house has been empty since last spring, Sweetie.  There was an old woman, who lived in that home and died" the girl's mother explained to her.  "Oh, alright Mama" Beth said, hugging her mother.

That night, Beth was walking in her upstairs-hall, when the old woman in the light-gray dress was standing by Beth's bedroom-door.  Beth stopped and the old woman said to her, "hello my dear, would you love some cookies?".  The old woman's flesh was an eerie and rotting yellowish-pale-white and her eyes were gone.  Beth stared up, at the old woman's black, decayed-eye sockets and gray-hair, that was ratty and long, noticing that her fingernails were yellow and rotting.  "Y-Y-Yes please!!" Beth replied, nervously.  The old woman smiled and handed her a plate she was holding of four cookies, covered in some black-oozing slime.  As Beth took a bite out of a cookie, the old woman began cackling over and over and over.  Her cackles became more insane and Beth saw her skin start to peel off, even her nose fall to the floor.  As the old woman stepped closer to Beth with more black slime dripping out of her nose-hole and her toothless-mouth, Beth screamed in horror.  The old woman vanished, being a ghost, along with pieces of her decayed-flesh, nose and the plate of cookies.

The old woman almost just FELL APART laughing hee-hee!  Well, our SCREAM-TEAM just made a GORE I mean score and we're HEADING to the SLAYOFFS ha-ha-ha-ha!
Kaizavok

Actually a strait, the Kaizavok is referred to as a bay, and is the largest body of water in Biruoyel, separating the East and the West, and serving as the seat of the empire in the Omvik Vokre, which rests on the northwester shore. The Bay Kaizavok (the 'bay of stars') is also known as the **Dailozavok** (the Bay of Dailove), named after Dailove Gonom Aziv, who was murdered by Loczev Omvik.
The Old Victorian House

Greetings kiddies.  Welcome to the EIGHTH ISSUE OF CREEPS CASTLE!  I, CREEPS, am FEAR to FEED YOU FRIGHTMARES, with this GHOSTLY-GATHERING Ha-Ha!

There was an old Victorian in the country of northern-Kentucky, back in the Winter of 1915.  A couple walked along the snowy-road, seeing the three-story home, in the starry-night.  "Looks like someone's home Emma darling!" the man told his wife.  "Oh, yes, Felix, y'all think they mind some company the eve after New Year's?" Emma replied.  "Let's see" Felix said and they walked up, on the front porch, seeing candles lit in the front windows. Felix rang the doorbell and waited with Emma.  "I do not know if there's anyone home, conflabbit!" he told Emma.  The door popped open ajar and Emma glanced in.  "Howdy?" she called.  The door opened all the way and Emma saw the fire crackling away in the living-room fireplace.  She and Felix entered, looking around.  "Howdy?  Hello?" Felix called out.  There was the giggling of a young girl somewhere in the house.  "Who was that darling?" Emma asked her husband.  "Sounded like a little girl" he replied.  They walked out into the kitchen, seeing someone, standing in the middle of it.  It was a phantom in a white-dress, white-tap-dance shoes, socks up her legs and snow-white long hair.  It was a little girl.  Her skin was a decayed-green and her eyes were completely black and dead, as they peered at Emma and Felix.  Emma gasped in fright, as the ghost of the girl giggled, then shrieked.  The phantom vanished and the couple ran back into the living-room.  The door was closed and Felix couldn't open it.  "Dang door's stuck, what in tarnation!!" he proclaimed.  They went upstairs and down a darkened-hallway.  They reached a door, and Felix was able to open that one.  Inside the room, was a bed.  It was covered in an orange-slime-substance.  Emma observed it closely.  "Slime, dear, dreadful slime it is!" she told Felix.  They entered another room on the other end of the bedroom.  This room was a small parlor.  The lit-candles in it blew out and in the dark, stood another couple.  They were ghastly, with decayed-black-flesh.  The man's hair was stark-white, along with his suit, bow tie and mustache.  The lady's dress was glowing-white, along with her long hair.  The apparitions peered at Felix and Emma, with their shining-white eyes, as thick, white slime dripped out of their mouths.  Felix and Emma screamed, rushing downstairs and out the front door.

What a BEDSLIME STORY that was kiddies.  Felix and Emma found surprises around every CORONER hee-hee-hee-hee!!
Mother's Warning

Welcome to my CASTLE Kiddies!  I have a real GOREMET here.  From HEADS OF CABBAGE, to some fresh TOE-FU Hee-Hee-Hee-Hee.  Try my fresh SCARE-ROTS too.  Or maybe you would like to try another thing from my FOOD-GOOP, about a GHOSTLY-GUEST...

In the countryside of Wales, back in December, 1879, a young gentleman rode on a horse to a mansion one evening.  He rode his horse into an open-barn and a few seconds later, he walked out, closing the barn-door.  The man entered the mansion and found a lantern and lit it.

The gentleman wandered into the parlor down the hall and made a fire in the old fireplace.  Sitting beside the fireplace in a chair, his lantern went out suddenly.  The young man poured himself a glass of wine from a bottle on an end-table, beside the glass.  As he drank, the curtains in the parlor lit up white and a figure materialized in the chair across from the man.  He stopped drinking his wine and gasped in fear.  It was the phantom of an elderly lady.

Her straight-hair was up in the bun and gleaming-white, her skin was a sickening-green and her flowing-dress was a thick-black.  The specter looked at the man, with huge, dead-eyes that glowed-white.  The inside of the spirit's mouth also glowed-white.  "Good evening Yancy, it 'tis me, your Mother!" the ghost said to the man.  "Mother?? It 'tis you?" Yancy asked, wide-eyed.  "Yes, dear, I have come to warn you of a crook, who shall break into our old home here!" the ghost of Yancy's mother explained.  "Why, thank you Mother.  Thank you for the warning!!!" Yancy said, still in surprise.  Just then, the sound of the front door opened and quietly shut.

Yancy grabbed a poker from by the fireplace, stepping out, into the hallway.  A burglar quickly aimed a shot gun at Yancy.  "Happy Christmas.  Give me your bloody gold now!!" the crook ordered Yancy.  The ghost of Yancy's mother turned the burglar around and ripped her ghostly-face off, showing a ghostly-skull, got the weapon and shot the terrified-crook dead.  The ghost disappeared in the darkened-hall.

Looks like Yancy's mother really GOT INTO THE CHRISTMAS SPIRIT eh?  She really had a FACE OFF with that crook heh-heh-heh-heh-heh!
The Painter

Oh, hia, boys and girls, I was just about to watch my favorite Christmas Film: THE POLAR AX-PRESS! This movie sure TRAINS YOU to ride on CHOKE-A-MOTIVES aha-ha-ha-ha-ha. But, while I'm SPEWING THIS, take a gander at this tale, about somebody who had to BRUSH UP on his job, as...

One evening, back in the early-winter of 1944, a young lady stood in a living-room of a house up, in Brooklyn, New York City. She was dusting a grand piano and her telephone rang. The young lady answered it. "Hello" she said and the raspy-voice of an old man responded over the phone, "hello, ma'am, I am the painter your Husband hired to come over to paint your living room. I will be at your home there at 8:00p.m. sharp". Then, the lady heard him hang up. The young lady walked into the kitchen and saw a young man sitting at the kitchen-table. He drank a bottle of Jim Beam Whiskey. "Jim, honey, did you hire a painter to come and paint our living room tonight?" she said to the young man, asking him. "Why, no, Paula dear" Jim said, answering her. "Oh, the man must have had the wrong phone number then" Paula said and kissed Jim on his cheek.

Soon, Paula and Jim's doorbell rang and the grandfather-clock within their living room chimed: "8:00 p.m." then. Jim was reading a newspaper in a chair and Paula was reading "The Adventures Of Huckleberry Finn By Mark Twain" on the couch. "It must be the painter who called, Jim darling" Paula said to him. "Yes, Paula honey, I will answer it" Jim replied and got up, dropping his newspaper on his chair. He answered their door and said: "good evening, sir, are you the painter who called my Wife Paula?" to the short old man who stood in the shadows. "Good evening, sir. Why, yes I am the painter indeed. You hired me to paint your living-room three years ago. I am finally here" the old man explained to Jim in a raspy voice and stepped into the streetlights. The painter was a living dead zombie, with pale-white flesh that was rotting, a decaying-head that was bald on top with straggly, dark-gray hair on the sides of it, wearing a grey collared-shirt, gray paints and grey suspenders. Jim screamed at him, as the zombie peered at him with his decaying-eye-sockets of black. The zombie of the painter held a paintbrush and rag in his rotting-hand and had a paint can hanging around his arm with his second hand in his pocket. One worm crawled out of one of the zombie's eye-sockets and into the other one.

Hee-Hee, well, even though the painter was THREE FEARS LATE, he was ROT ON TIME! What a HEARTWORMING ENDING too eh, kiddies? Jim never decided to just BOO IT HIMSELF with having their living-room painted hee-hee-hee-hee-hee!
The Kinneman Home

Well, I see with a ROTTING-HUMAN-EYE, that you have returned to my REQUIEM OF REVOLTING-READS, Children.  PRESCARE for a GHOSTLY-GLIMPSE INTO HAUNTED HOMES OF THE DIE-LANDS in Scotland, inside...

Over in the Highlands of Scotlandback in 1880, there was a little home which sat among the summertime-flowers one day.  A Scotsman hiked to the area and proclaimed to himself: "aye, it 'tis thy home of Old Man Kinneman!".  The Scotsman with his bagpipes clutched in his hands, got a closer look at an old window of the house.  Old furniture sat in the shadowy-living-room and he could tell that a frying-pan flew out of the kitchen and fell on the chair.  "It 'tis thee poltergeist of Kinneman for certain" the Scotsman exclaimed.

The Scotsman then could hear inside the home somewhere, a set of footsteps.  He opened the door hesitantly and heard the footsteps in the living room.  The frying-pan rose from the old chair and an egg appeared, cracked, and the yoke dropped into the pan.  The Scotsman crept into The Kinneman Home and watched the eggshell fly into the fireplace.  The frying-pan then floated back into the kitchen as the footsteps started up again.  The Scotsman's eyes widened and he peeked into the old kitchen and saw the cast-iron stove on with eggs cooking in the pan on it.  Then, as the Scotsman watched, he viewed the poltergeist materialize by the stove.  The ghost of the old man had: stark-white hair, and a ghostly-beard of white, along with dark and dead-skin.  The phantom wore a suit and tie of dead-white as well.  He turned and glared at the Scotsman in the living-room, with gleaming-dead-eyesc which glistened and glowed-white.  "Old Man Kinneman!!!!" the Scotsman gasped in fear.

"Aye, yes sir.  It 'tis I, Old Man Kinneman.  Welcome to me home here up in thee Highlands.  I was fishing on thee bank of a vast loch and I beheld Thy Loch Ness Monster young laddie" the poltergeist of Old Man Kinneman explained in a deep-voice that echoed.  "Then, back in 1840 when it occurred, there was a fellow Scotsman who drowned me in thee loch, so he could steal me kin's silver and gold.  But I sought me revenge and took our silver and gold back, along with his head!" the apparition explained as he cooked the eggs.  "Over there, 'tis his old skull in me fireplace still" the spirit of Old Man Kinneman explained and pointed out.

The Scotsman turned and peered into the fireplace, seeing an old, burnt skull lying in the ashes.  The poltergeist of Old Man Kinneman laughed in his deep-voice, causing his laughter to echo hroughout The Kinneman Home.  The specter vanished and there were the screeching-sounds of bagpipes playing Auld Lang Syne.  The Scotsman screamed and fled The Kinneman Home.

Old Man Kinneman was really IN THE SPIRIT for his GOREY-TELLING eh?  The Scotsman saw that the phantom really had the SKILL AND THE SKULL ha-ha-ha-ha.
The Curse Of The Tropical White Pearls

Hee-Hee, I have always wanted to play football kiddies...with a FOOT of course!  Heh-Heh-Heh-Heh.  Tonight's GAME-PLAN, concerns a robber and some special tropical white pearls...

On an evening, in 1898, down, in Haiti, a grave-robber walked around a graveyard in the jungle.  He carried a shovel, stopping at a tombstone.  He began digging into the grave.  A while later, the grave-robber got to the coffin and pried it open, with his bare-hands.  Inside, there was a skeleton, wiith a necklace of tropical white pearls, around its rotted, boney-neck.  The grave-robber got it loose from the decaying-bones and laughed, looking at the pearls sparkle and shine.  He hopped out of the grave and took off.

The following day, the grave-robber sat in a hut, up, at a bar.  He drank a bottle of Rum, as he looked around at exotic, black, Haitian women, in the place.  "Pardon me, ma'am, I would love to buy you a drink of your choice" he said to one of the black Haitian women, who sat down next to him.  "Hello sir.  Lucky for you I speak some English.  Why, yes please thank you!" she replied, smiling.  "Of course, madam!" the grave-robber smiled back.  That evening, the grave-robber walked along a beach, with the beautiful, exotic, black Haitian woman.  "So, explain to me William, where did you acquire those beautiful pearls from?" the woman asked the grave-robber.  "Ah, I discovered these on the deck of a ship, Joujou!" William lied to her.  Joujou smiled.  "Ah!" she proclaimed, glancing at the necklace in his hands.

As William slept in a bed in a hut that night, the ocean-breeze blew into the hut.  Footsteps were heard in the sand outside.  He woke up, stirring about.  "It is too hot to sleep down here, on this island!" William said, quietly.  He heard those footsteps moving in the sand.  "Joujou is that you out there my new love?" he called, quietly.  He got up, looking over, to the other bed in the other end of the large hut, seeing Joujou sleeping in it.  The sound of the footsteps in the sand, entered the darkened-hut.  William looked, seeing it was the skeleton from the grave in the graveyard.  "To anyone whom steals my tropical white pearls, there be the curse of my vengeance upon them!" the zombie croaked in a quiet, yet distorted-voice.  William screamed in terror, waking Joujou.  The rotting, boney-corpse gripped William's head, as it twisted it around, ending his screaming and murdering him.  Joujou screamed as well at the sight.  The zombie dropped the dead-body, collecting its tropical white pearls from William's bed, with its skeletal-digits, scraping the sheets.  The decoposing-skeleton turned, smiling at Joujou, with a grotesque-smile of rotting-teeth and mold in its mouth.  The zombie simple turned and walked out of the hut, shuffling away in the sand, outside.  Joujou got out of her bed, looking down at William's corpse and said: "so, you lied to me.  You were a thief you idiot!".

Hee-Hee, well, that was sure SLOPICAL and AXOTIC, eh, kiddies?  It looked like William really could DIG Joujou, as well as that grave.  Heh-Heh-Heh-Heh!
The Bugler

Heh-Heh, hello again FIENDS, it is I, CREEPS, again, with yet another HEARTWORMING TERROR-TALE Ha-Ha.  This REVOLTING-REALIZATION, I EERILY-ENTITLE...

Back in spring, 1882, in Virginia, there was the noise of a bugle being blown up, on a distant-hill, as wind blew slightly across an old battlefield.  An elderly lady opened her backdoor, peeking out of her cottage into her backyard which was the old battlefield.  She went over to the cast-iron stove and stirred a pot of tomato soup.  A young man came to the backdoor, knocking on it.  "Howdy ma'am" he called, seeing the elderly lady.  "Howdy, young man, how may I help y'all?" the old woman asked him, turning around.  "Yes ma'am, I need some fresh water for my small family please!" the young man answered with a grin.  "Why, yes young man.  Let me get it for y'all" the elderly lady said.  She gave him a big jar and said, "here is water young man".  "Thank y'all ma'am" he said.  It was getting dark and the young man looked out the open-door, hearing the sound of the bugle being blown again.  "Do y'all hear that ma'am?" he asked the old woman.  "Why, yes.  That is my late husband's ghost.  He was a bugler in the Civil War twenty years ago, and was blown up by a cannon" she explained.  "My honest apologies ma'am" the young man said.  "Why, thank you, young man" she replied, smiling.  The sound of the bugle got much closer suddenly and footsteps approached the cottage from the old battlefield.  The young man poked his head out of the open-door, not seeing anyone in the darkness of twilight.  A figure finally became visible on the old battlefield.  It was that of a man, and he was coming towards the cottage.  "Hello sir?" the young man called to the figure.  The figure came to the cottage, dressed in a confederate uniform which eerily glowed-white, the figure's flesh was dark and transparent.  The figure was the ghost of the bugler and he had eyes white, glowing away in the approaching evening, along with a shining-white mustache and hair.  "Howdy, young fellow, welcome to m'old cottage here, where m'wife still lives!" the phantom of the bugler replied.  He rose an old cracked gold-bugle to his ghostly-lips blew into it again, and then red slime dripped and leaked out of his mouth, as he crept along slowly.  The specter's ghostly-head twisted around with the sounds of jerks and cracks, and he grinned at the young man, as the slime continued to ooze out.

Heh-Heh, well, that ending was sure a PAIN IN THE NECK!  Talk about the SPIRIT OF WAR hee-hee-hee-hee-hee!
Brown Sugar Chicken

## Ingredients

* 4 tsp brown sugar
* 12 oz. boneless, skinless chicken breasts
* 1 clove garlic
* 2 Tbsp butter
* Dash black pepper

## Instructions

1. Melt **butter** in frying pan and brown **garlic** in butter.
2. Add **chicken breasts** to pan and cook thoroughly, adding **pepper** for taste.
3. When **chicken** is fully cooked, add **brown sugar** on top of each breast.
4. Allow brown sugar to melt into chicken, about 5 minutes.
The Midget In The Woods

Oh, hello kiddies, I was just SPEWING a rerun of MORGUE AND MINDY on my BIG-SCREAM T.V. hee-hee.  I do pay for SLAY-PER-VIEW you know, and with that TELEVISION HACKAGE, I get SCREAMIUM CHANNELS ha-ha.  But here's another show according to my T.V. DIED, about a walk in the woods.  I call this PUTRID-PROGRAM...

In October, 1920, three boys were walking on a dirt-road in the woods of Oregon.  It was getting dark out and owls looked down at the boys, from up, in trees.  "Kind of creepy eh, Nicholas?" one of the boys asked the other.  "Yes" Nicholas agreed.  "We're almost home Nathan!" he went on.  Nathan and Nicholas continued walking and saw a short-figure by the trees.  "Nicholas, stop!  Look at that!" Nathan told him.  "Who or what is that?" he replied, as they stopped.  It wore a black robe and hood, hanging from a tree by a rope around its waist.  The figure slowly swung by the rope from side to side.  As Nicholas and Nathan crept by it, the figure started pointing at them, with a green-clawed-hand. The boys screamed and saw its face.  It was a midget, but its face was that of a monster.  Fangs hung out of its mouth and its eyes were like yellow cat's eyes.  Its green face peered at Nicholas and Nathan.  They started running quick and fast from the midget-monster.  "What was that thing Nicholas?" Nathan asked.  "A monster, Brother!" he replied.  They reached a cottage.  "Home" Nicholas exclaimed.  The boys looked back and saw the midget-monster running through the woods, with a rope in its clutches.  Nicholas and Nathan ran into their cottage.

That little creature really knew how to SWING eh, boys and girls?  As for Nicholas and Nathan, they saw the monster really BRANCH OUT, even when it was ALL TIED UP heh-heh-heh.
The Elephant Graveyard

There you are boils and ghouls.  I am quite a GOO-KEEPER at the local ANIMAL GOO Ha-Ha-Ha!  Come check out our AX-HIBITS, they are sure to bring out your WILD SIDE heh-heh-heh-heh-heh.  That reminds my of some AX-OTIC ANIMALS in this tale on THE AFRICAN TERROR-RAIN, entitled...

Over in Nigeria, Africa, back in 1880, an African boy and girl journeyed across the land, stopping at a specific point.  "Careful, Unanda, beyond this point is The Elephant Graveyard, Sister!!" the boy said to the girl.  "Wow really Bondeno?" Unanda asked, surprised.  "Yes, it is said to be dangerous and haunted" Bondeno answered.  Unanda looked at the area of The Elephant Graveyard, seeing it was exceptionally darker and cloudier in that place.

When Bondeno turned to look west, Unanda snuck into The Elephant Graveyard, quickly.  "Wait, Unanda come back!!" Bondeno screamed, turning back.  He ran into the darkened-place.  The skeletons of elephants towered over little Unanda, and it started raining.  As Unanda stood, gazing up, at one of the remains, it started moving.  As the zombie elephant made its elephant-sounds, it was ear-piercing.  Unanda screamed in terror, racing off, with the mighty skeleton trumping behind her.

The elephant skeleton caught her in its decaying-boney-jaws, writhing and shaking its rotted-skull around.  As Bondeno saw the zombie with his younger sister, he charged at it with his staff.  He knocked one of its tusks off, and as the skeleton cried in pain, yellowish-green-slime spewed out of where its decayed-tusk had been.  Then Bondeno grabbed Unanda's hand and freed her from the skeleton's rotted-jawbones.  As the elephant zombie charged at the siblings, they made it out of The Elephant Graveyard.  The skeleton of the elephant collapsed when the decaying-thing reached the edge of The Elephant Graveyard, and slime remained oozing out of where its tusk had been at, as well as out of its rotted-out eye sockets.

It looks like Unanda made quite A GRAVE MISTAKE going in there, eh?  Heh-Heh-Heh.  But for her Brother Bondeno, it was quite a TUSK for him to rescue her hee-hee.  The elephant zombie seemed to really have A BONE TO PICK WITH THEM ha-ha-ha-ha.
The Night Prowler

Ha-Ha.  There you all are, Children.  Come join me in my CASTLE, for more FUN AND FEAR!  I was just watering my GHOULISH GARDEN OF DERANGE-IUMS and my personal favorite, CROAKUSES Hee-Hee-Hee-Hee.  Why, they're locally GROAN you know!  But here's this evening's SHRIEKING-SHRUBBERY.

A man slept on his couch in his cabin up, in the southeastern-forest of Canada, one night in 1958.  He stirred and awoke, yawning, getting up and looking outside his front window by the door.  The window was half-open, and the man could hear the sounds of crickets in the night.  He found muddy tracks of paws leading from his door, to his kitchen.  They ended under his counter.  The man looked around, then pulled a bottle of gin out of his icebox, drinking some of it.  "Some animal got into my cabin last night, Frank" the man told another man the next day, wlking through the woods with him.  "Was it a raccoon Sam?" Frnk sked him.  "No, no the paw-prints were larger" Sam answered.  "Sounds like it could be a baby bear cub then" Frank added.  "I don't think so my Friend!" Sam said.  "I will keep my shotgun on hand this evening, in case the huge animal returns and attacks me" Sam continued, as they went up the path.

Later on that day, Sam returned home and turned on the radio to Buddy Holly singing, "Everyday!".  He noticed huge claw-marks going across his front room-wall.  "What in the world?" he said to himself, examining them.  That evening, Sam held a shotgun, as he sat on his sofa.  As the grandfather-clock ticked away in the corner, Sam shifted his eyes from window to window.

He suddenly screamed out, dropping his weapon.  Sam fell to his knees, screaming some more.  Awhile later, a scaly, orange creature, with yellow, fly-like eyes, pointed-ears, and claws on its paws, scurried through the woods on all fours to Sam's cabin.  The monster got in through the cabin-door being partially-open and clawed at the kitchen-table, leaving huge claw-marks in it.  The thing finally stood up, roared deeply, with sharpedned-fangs, looking around.  Just then, the monster transformed as it roared, into Sam.  He stood at the kitchen-counter panting hard.  "I AM THE THING AFTER ALL!!!!" Sam exclaimed, loudly.

Well, that was quite a surprise shocker eh, kiddies?  At BEAST Sam was safe, even if he didn't PAWS to think about what was prowling around his cabin ha-ha.
FUNGUS

Greetings, Kiddies, I, your SHIVER-SHAKER CREEPS, have a BEDSLIME STORY for us all to enjoy heh-heh!  That's FRIGHT, it's about a farmer and a really FUNGI aha-ha, simply titled...

On a farm out, in the countryside of northern-Kansas, a robber got the window of the farmhouse open on a spring night back in 1950.  He crawled through it and woke the sleeping farmer in the front room-chair.  "Who are you mister?" the frightened farmer asked the thief.  "I am your nightmare sir" the robber responded and was about to shoot him, but the farmer gripped the robber's shotgun and it went off, up, into the ceiling.  The burglar pulled the trigger and discovered the shotgun was empty.

The farmer pulled the weapon from him and the thief saw a huge rock out the window.  Grabbing it, he struck the farmer in his head with it, knocking him out.  The rock split in two and a pink slime spilled from within it, onto the robber's shirt.  "What the heck?!" he hollered.  He dropped the split rock and saw the goo grow.  A few minutes went by and the robber exited the front door with a sack.  As he drove a truck from the farm, the pink-colored slime covered his clothes.  Then it turned into a pink sort of fungus.

"What the heck is going on?!??" the thief shouted in horror.  He pulled his truck over, got out of it and tried to cut off the fungus from his shirt very carefully with a pocket-knife.  The fungus just kept on growing.  "Ah, come on, what crap is this fungus?" he bellowed into the night.  Later on, the farmer came to meandered outside.  "HOLY MOLY!" he screamed, seeing a fungus-thing on twos.  Its head was like a pink flower with red around its hole-like mouth.  Red claws were on its toes and fingers, as the thin monster leapt from the country-road to the farm.  The monster growled deeply at the farmer, and he got the robber's shotgun, loading it in a hurry.

The thing got to the doorway of the farmhouse, clawing at the farmer's face, growling away.  He screamed, shooting it right in the face.  The monster fell dead on the porch.  The farmer chugged a bottle of Bourbon on the porch and saw the face of the burglar's corpse then, in the fungus where he had blown away the flower from.

Hee-Hee, I told you WEED ALL ENJOY THE TALE!  That story sure GREW ON US EH? Aha-ha-ha-ha-ha!
The Hemlock Creature

It's that SLIME OF SEASON again BOILS AND GHOULS...ICE HACKEY SEASON!  This game is quite COOL TO SLAY, especially with a GHOULLY ha-ha-ha-ha-ha.  Well now, while my and my SCREAM chase the HOCKEY MUCK around, here's a HALF-TIME SHOW of WALKING THROUGH THE FEAREST, I call...

An old man and a young boy journeyed through the wilderness of northwest-England together one day back in 1861.  They wandered among hemlock trees and plants, carrying fishing-poles, and the young boy said to the old man: "Papa, this 'tis a grand day for fishing!".  "Yes it 'tis, Rupert my dear boy!" his grandfather agreed, with a grinning-face.  Rupert and his grandfather got to a stream and sat down in the grass, casting their fishing-rods into the water.  Rupert and his grandfather sang: The Muffin Man together.   When they both finished the song and were laughing a bit, there was a high-pitched shriek somewhere nearby.  Rupert and his grandfather gasped in fright, looking in different directions.  "It must be some sort of animal, Rupert" his grandfather told him.  "Yes Papa!" Rupert agreed.  The high-pitched shrieking was heard again.

"Alright my Grandson, we better leave.  I am not sure what that thing 'tis or could be!" Rupert's grandfather said, reeling his fishing-line in.  He caught a small minnow and Rupert reeled in his line, also catching a minnow.  "Jeepers, at least we both caught fish, Papa!" he said, as they got to their feet and walked off, fast.  The shrieking bellowed again within the forest and Rupert's grandfather saw a hunchback-humanoid step out from a few hemlock trees.  The humanoid was bald and its skin was milky-white, and its eyes were without pupils and solid-black.  The creature was wrapped in what appeared to be a black-cloak and its teeth were yellow and pointy as well as jagged.  The monster gave its high-pitched shriek and both Rupert and his grandfather screamed in terror, running in a random direction away from the thing.  The monster pursued them, shrieking every few minutes.  Rupert and his grandfather ran behind a larger hemlock tree.  "The Hemlock Creature I am calling that thing, for it came from within the hemlock trees!" Rupert's grandfather said, catching his breath and panting very much.  One of the yellow-clawed-hands of the monster shook through the hemlock tree, feeling Rupert's straw-hat.  Rupert screamed in fear, causing his grandfather to slice The Hemlock Creature's hand off with his hunting-knife.  Purple slime oozed out of the hand and they heard The Hemlock Creature shriek as loud as it possibly could in pain.  Papa looked and saw The Hemlock Creature scurry back into more hemlock bushes.  "Come on Rupert my boy!" Papa said and they exited the woods, with Rupert carrying the slimy-hand of The Hemlock Creature.

I have to give Papa a big HAND for being on the CUTTING EDGE with his knife hee-hee-hee-hee-hee.  We just GORED and won BY THE SLAY, kiddies.  We just put the other SCREAM ON ICE, and now to COOL OFF for NEXT SHRIEK'S SLAYOFFS heh-heh-heh.
The Gypsy's Curse

Greetings, Kiddies, you didn't know your Pal CREEPS, was a fan of the rock band Queen.  My favorite songs of theirs are, JUST ONE FEAR OF LOVE, WE WILL SHOCK YOU and BO-SCREAM-IAN RHAPSODY ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!  BILE I'm SLAYING thier record, here is a tale of terror that'll PUT YOU ALL IN THE SPIRIT...

Ten tents were in a field out, in northwest-California back in the Autumn of 1900.  A light rain fell upon them, as a lady swept into one, with an umbrella.  An elderly gypsy studied cards by his ball of crystal within the tent.  "Hello miss, how do you do?" he asked her.  "Good day sir.  I am well thank you.  How do you do?" the woman responded answering and asked him.  "Very vell thank you.  Would you like your future foretold?" the old gypsy invited.  "Yes please sir" she said.  The gypsy saw the crystal ball light up with lightning.  "Oh no!  No no no!" he uttered at the magical crystal.

There was screaming outside and the lady and gypsy ran to the screams.  A man had a sack with him along with a knife.  "Matthew is stealing our income help!" two women each in the doorway of a tent screamed.  The gypsy grabbed the man, and wrestled him to the ground.  But the thief plunged his knife into the old gypsy's back, killing him.  He then got away.  Matthew rode a horse to a bar in a village.  A few minutes later, he drank a bottle of Jim Beam Whiskey at the counter.  As Matthew cringed feeling a shadowy-hand on his shoulder, he turned around.  It was the gypsy's apparition, with his long hair, resembling a shadow.  His eyes and inside of his mouth shined-white, and the phantom cackled in a raspy-tone.  "Matthew, I curse you for stealing money and you kill me too!" the spirit of the gypsy moaned to him in his raspy-tone of voice.  The ghost brought its shadowy-ghostly-fingers from Matthew's shoulder to his neck, and a magical-glowing-light of white shined from his dead-fingers to Matthew's neck.

Matthew cringed with fear, the white glow faded and the gypsy's ghost faded too.  Matthew chugged his bottle of Jim Beam down.  He began panting then.  He left the bar and rode the horse to a bridge over a stream.  There, he and the steed rested by the water.  Matthew awoke and it was night.  He screamed, discovering he was a skeleton in rags.  The rotten zombie of Matthew was decaying with worms writhing within his eye-sockets and around his skull in the light of the moon.  The shadowy-ghost of the gypsy was there just then.  He laughed in his raspy-cackle, as the skeleton screamed in its black rags and the worms along with maggots coated his bones.  The zombie grew silent and fell into the river.

The gypsy's curse was ROT UP MATTHEW'S ALLEY eh?  The curse got right down to THE BARE BONES with him too.  The phantom gypsy didn't even give him A GHOST OF A CHANCE hee-hee-hee-hee-hee!
The Subway Train

Welcome kiddies.  I'm going on a trip to the city on a subway train.  It's one of the fastest SLAYS to go Ha-Ha-Ha-Ha!  But, in the MEANSLIME, why don't you all enjoy our tale!  It's about a rather REVOLTING-RIDE on another subway train...

It was 12:00 Midnight and a young man waited down, in a subway-station in Los Angeles, California, back in 1959.  A subway train stopped and he got on.  It moved and the young man found a seat.  As the young man sat there, he noticed another man sitting next to him, sleeping away.  The man was pale-white and wore dirt-covered trench-coat of dark-blue.  The young man looked down, at the man's dirt-covered, brown-loafers and then saw a wound in each of the man's hands.  The man didn't seem to be even breathing, but shook his bald-head from side to side every now and then.  The young man shook the man's arm.  "Hey, are you alright, pal?" he called loudly to the man.  The man slumped over, dead.  Being the only other passenger on the subway train, the young man let out a gasp.  The man gripped his pale-white hands to the young man's coat, saying in a distorted-voice to him: "I have been dead for five days now!".  The young man looked into the zombie's black-eye sockets and saw flesh peeling from the face of the living-corpse beside him.  The zombie grabbed a half-full bottle of Jack Daniel's Whiskey and took a gulp of it.  He then put a black knit-cap on, croaking, Danny Boy, as more chunks of flesh fell from his decaying-jaws.  The subway train came to a stop and the young man exited, running as quickly as he possibly could.

Hee-Hee, that zombie sure is a ROTTEN SINGER eh, kiddies?  I mean, his singing really got UNDER HIS SKIN and was rather A-PEELING Ha-Ha-Ha-Ha!!!
The Evening Visitor

Welcome kiddies, I just came back from the GROCERY GORE.  I bought everything from POTA-TOES to SHAMGOO Ha-Ha-Ha-Ha!  I also have among the FINGER-FOODS I bought, this week's tale.

One night in June of 1927, there was a young girl, who was asleep in her bed, in a farmhouse, down, in southern-Ohio.  As she slept, she was awakened by the giggle of another little girl.  She yawned and quietly said, "hello?".  As the girl's eyes looked in the darkness, she saw another little girl, standing by her dresser across the room.  The other girl had: black-skin, with straight, white hair, in pig-tails.  She also wore a white-dress, with white, tap-dance shoes and socks up her legs.  She looked at the girl in bed, with her glowing-white eyes, through a pair of glasses.  She was transparent.  She was a specter.  "Hello, how are you?" the ghost of the little girl asked the girl in her bed.  "Fine thank you.  How are you?" the girl in bed replied, asking, as she sat up in bed.  "That is nice.  Oh, I am fine thank you" the ghost of the little girl answered, smiling with little, black-teeth and the inside of her mouth glowing-white.  "Who are you and why are you here?" the girl asked in bed.  "I am Wendy and I just want someone to jump-rope with.  I lived in this home here, ten years ago and died of pneumonia!!" the phantom introduced herself as and explained.  "I am sorry Wendy.  My name is Darla.  I love to play jump-rope too.  I'll play with you" the girl in bed introduced herself as and said.  "Thank you Darla!" the ghost of Wendy said and showed Darla an old jump-rope.  The specter began jumping-rope, as Darla got out of bed.  The ghost of Wendy sang: Turkey In A Straw and Darla joined in the song, quietly.  As the ghost jumped faster and the rope got quicker, Darla noticed green slime appear on the rope.  The ghost of Wendy started shrieking, as drops of slime dripped on her ghostly-head and dress, along with the floor.  Darla shook in fear and backed up a little bit.  Suddenly, Wendy dripped huge gabs of green slime out of her ghostly-glowing-white mouth, as she shrieked louder, thumping her shoes on the floor, as she jumped faster.  Then, the ghost of Wendy just faded-out, vanishing and it was silent once more.  Darla shook in more fear, trembling and wide-eyed.  She looked out her open-bedroom-window, out at the front porch beyond it and heard the ghostly-giggle of Wendy.

Well, I guess little Wendy was just JUMPING FOR JOY eh?  But her ghost could't convince little Darla to get into the SPIRIT of the game ha-ha!  Well, at least maybe next time, Darla shall have a GHOST OF A CHANCE to join in the game hee-hee!
The D.B. Cooper Case

Hee-Hee, I could hear your bones rattling as you all came in Kiddies.  And SHRIEKING of bones, I, CREEPS, have a tale that shall rattle them even GORE I mean more ha-ha!  In my old BOOGEYMAN-BOOK OF BILE-FILES here, about a HISTORIC HI-HACKER who escaped a SCARE-LINE by SCARE-A-CHUTE, entitled...

It was on a Summer night back in 1977, deep in the woods near Ariel, Washington, where a man sat around a roaring-campfire in a lawn chair.  He roasted hot dogs on a stick and glanced back at his tent in the light of the fire.  As the man kept on cooking his hot dogs, the sound of a harmonica playing: "Home On The Range" was heard suddenly.  The man saw a dark-figure approach the campground, playing the song on the harmonica.  "Hello there.  Are you hungry sir or ma'am?" the man said, asking the figure.  "Hello sir, yes" the figure in the dark replied in a man's voice.  The man stayed away from the glow of the campfire and he said to the man in the lawn chair, "I have been in these woods a very long time now mister.  But what rattles me is this is the area where that airline-hijacker D.B. Cooper disappeared in back right before Thanksgiving in nineteen seventy-one."  "Oh, yes, I heard about that guy all over the news when it happened" the man in the lawn chair said.

"I don't think he survived.  I think he landed in a big tree and snapped his neck trying to free himself from his parachute!" the darkened-figure of the man proposed.  "Really?  Who knows" the other man added, moving his stick of hot dogs around.  "Anyways, uh, would you like something to eat sir?" the man in the lawn chair asked the stranger.  "Yes thanks mister" he answered.  The man with the stick waited a few moments with the hot dogs away from the fire.  Then he said to the stranger, "careful mister, they are hot of course".  The stranger came into the light of the campfire and he was a living dead skeleton in an old black suit and tie with moss all over it.

The zombie reached for a hot dog, picking it off with its boney-fingers.  The skeleton plunged it into his boney-decaying-mouth, chewing with his rotting-teeth and decomposed-jawbone.  The zombie turned and something fell out of its pocket, as it slowly slumped off, into the night.  The man looking petrified, got up and grabbed the thing that had fallen out of the skeleton's pocket.  It was a wallet and inside, the man found a driver's license that read: "DAN COOPER" on it.

Well, Old D.B. COOPER tried to put a little MEAT ON HIS ROTTING-BONES with that hot dog eh?  The man probably wished that D.B. Cooper's FRIGHT was canceled at the TERRORPORT when Cooper was still alive heh-heh!  So much for Cooper visiting the guy's CAMPFRIGHT aha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha.
Banana Pudding

## Ingredients

* 4 oz. cream cheese, soften
* Small tub of cool whip
* 1 large family size instant vanilla pudding
* 1 cups milk
* 4-5 bananas, sliced
* 1 box of vanilla wafers

## Instructions

1. Blend cream cheese and cool whip with hand mixer in large bowl.
2. In a separate bowl mix pudding mix with 3 cups of milk.
3. Combine two bowls together.
4. Layer bottom of large casserole dish with wafers, top with half the pudding, and top with half the sliced bananas. Add another layer of wafers followed by the remaining pudding followed by the remaining banana slices, and then all topped with more wafers.
5. Chill and serve.
The Old Resident

A horrifying-hello to all you Kiddies.  This MORBID-MASTERPIECE is about a man who moves into a home, but even though he is the only one living there, another REVOLTING-RESIDENT makes a GHOST APPEARANCE hee-hee.  I entitle this one...

It was in the evening back in 1977, when a man pulled into a driveway of a home on Long Island in his orange Chevy.   On his car-radio John Denver sang: "Take Me Home, Country Roads" and the man finished listening to the song, then turned his car-radio off.  He went into the house and sat down at a table in the dining-room.  The guy lit a cigarette and smoked.  The man got up and looked out the dinin-room-window.  Then he walked down to his cellar, turning the basement-light on, and glancing down, at a well in the floor.  "Nobody will ever find out" he said to himself with a grinning-face, as he puffed on his cigarette.

Later that night, the man awoke to a loud-moaning that was deep.  "Who?" he exclaimed, with a yawn, as he stretched.  The deep-moaning was heard once more, and the man raced downstairs in a mad dash.  "Who's in here?  Get outta my home now!" he shouted, flicking the lights on in the living-room and kitchen.  The man got a rifle from a closet and quickly found his cellar-door opened.  He slowly flicked on the light and descended the basement-steps, peering down, at the well in the floor.  The moaning occurred again, and the man was startled, beginning to fall.  But he was caught by the throat by the moaner.  The moaner was the zombie of another man, whose skin was rotting and peeling, and whose black trench-coat was covered in dirt and a couple squirming-worms.  The man shot the zombie in his abdomen, but only greenish-slime oozed out of the wound.  The man peered into the zombie's blackened-eye sockets, as worms crawled and writhed in his matted-hair of black.  "I pushed you down this well to your death sir and took your house!!!!" the guy screamed, choking out at the zombie, as he struggled.  The zombie moaned some more with worms falling from his rotted, dead-mouth.  The zombie let go of the guy, shoving him down the well to his death, as he screamed in terror.

That went over WELL eh, Kiddies?  In the end the guy really FELL FOR IT after getting ALL CHOKED UP first ha-ha-ha-ha-ha.  Even though the man TOOK A SHOT AT IT, the zombie probably thought he himself did the ROT THING eh?  Heh-Heh-Heh.
Theater 9

Hee-Hee!  Greetings again kiddies!  Welcome back to my CASTLE.  I, CREEPS, am going to the movies!  I'm seeing the classic motion picture, THE WIZARD OF OOZE Ha-Ha!  The producers and DIE-RECTOR sure had a fun SLIME making that one heh-heh-heh!  Well, I have a little FEAR-FILM right here, FIENDS.  It's a tale, concerning a young movie theater usher...

One night, back in 1941, there was a young usher in a movie theater in Los Angeles, California.  He was checking Theater 9 which was empty and saw a figure, in front row.  He approached it and as the usher looked closer, it seemed to be hanging up, above the front row, by a rope.  The young usher shined his flashlight on the figure and screamed in horror.  The figure was dripping and saturated in green slime, wearing a raincoat, boots and was hairless.  It didn't look human even, but like some kind of monster.  It swung just a little bit back and forth, with the rope around its slimy-neck, as a noose.  The young usher was just about to run, when the thing inched its slime-covered head up, facing him.  The monster looked right in his eyes, breathing deeply and gurgling through the oozing, green slime.  The creature opened its mouth suddenly, letting out a grotesque, writhing-tongue, growling-lowly.  The monster pulled the usher's head forwards, with its slime-oozing hands, from which claws protruded from and growled louder, writhing and shaking by its noose.  The usher screamed once again and got loose, running out of Theater 9.  He ran out of the movie theater, seeing other ushers standing outside in the night.  They were smoking cigarettes and looked at him, weirdly.  "Rex, are you alright man?" the five other young ushers asked the usher.  "Yes, guys, thanks, just there's something in Theater 9!!!" Rex replied, taking a deep breath.  "During the nights, Theater 9 is presumed to be haunted by a creature of the shadows.  It started shortly after they opened it back in 1926!" one of the young ushers explained to Rex, taking another puff of his cigarette.

Hee-Hee, well, that little GOREMET was just the TICKET eh, kiddies?  That monster really showed Rex how to SWING, while it was HANGING AROUND with him Ha-Ha-Ha!!
Spaghetti and Meatballs

## Ingredients

* 1 lb. lean ground beef
* 1/2 cup Italian style bread crumbs
* 1/4 cup milk
* 1/4 cup grated Parmesan cheese
* 1/2 tsp salt
* 1/4 tsp pepper
* 1 egg
* Garlic for taste
* Spaghetti pasta
* Spaghetti sauce

## Instructions

1. Heat oven to 400. Line baking dish with foil and spray with cooking spray.
2. Cook **pasta** and sauce as directed.
3. In a large bowl, mix **beef**, **bread crumbs**, **milk**, **cheese**, **salt**, **pepper**, **egg**, and **garlic**. Shape mixture into 20 to 24 meatballs. Place 1 inch apart on dish.
4. Bake uncovered for 18 to 22 minutes, or until no longer pink in center