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THE BONE-EATER

Ha-Ha, welcome FIENDS!  It is your PUTRIFYING-PAL, CREEPS, here to FEED YOUR FEAR.  This SLIME-SERVING is of some kids who go camping with their Grandfather, and all find a bit of horror I call...

A boy and girl were hiking in the woods of northwestern-Washington with an old man back in July, 1918.  "Davey, hurry up!" the girl called back to the boy.  "I am coming, Anna" Davey called to her in reply.  "How far are we going to camp Papa?" Anna and Davey asked the old man.  "You, your Brother Davey and I shall camp on top of this hill Anna my dear" their grandpa answered.  They made it to the top of the hill and saw a clearing in the forest.  Davey and Anna helped their grandfather pitch the tent.  That night, the three each had a stick cooking marshmallow on it over a campfire.  "Ah, that thing should be back here tonight kids.  It was this night forty years ago that I promised it your mean, abusive Grandmother" Anna and Davey's grandpa recalled to them.  "The Bone-Eater Anna and Davey.  It was a mysterious monster in this area, and we spoke about her.  I begged him to take her and her evil-spirited personality away from me.  He told me that he would return here in exactly 40 years!" he went on, explaining.

Meanwhile, an old woman was nearby the woods on a back porch of a cottage and she knitted a shirt as she rocked away in her rocking-chair.  There were sounds of footsteps crunching twigs and branches.  "George!  Is that you and our bratty Grandchildren?  It was a stupid idea to take them camping.  It was even dumb to have children and let those brats have their own children.  If you would have divorced me, I would have left you and abandoned our kids in these woods you stupid cow" the old lady yelled at the sounds.

The footsteps came to the back porch and they were from a creature with bright-green-skin which glowed in the dark.  The beast glared at her with glowing-eyes of yellow-white.  It resembled a frog and as it croaked in a froggy-voice to her, "you are Mrs. Jackson.  I have come for you because of your Husband George", it punched its webbed-hands with yellow-claws into Mrs. Jackson's chest, killing her.  Anna, Davey and their grandpa were visit five minutes later by the monster.  "Good evening, Mr. George Jackson, I, The Bone-Eater have returned.  I have killed your Wife, and you and your Family are finally free" The Bone-Eater let their grandfather know.  Mr. Jackson gulping down a bottle of gin as The Bone-Eater munched on an old human-ribcage with its yellow-fangs and took off into the night.

Mrs. Jackson certainly got a bit of a BONE-US eh?  The Bone-Eater really made the old hag quite CON-CHEST-ED aha-ha-ha-ha-ha!
BY THE LIGHT OF THE SILVERY MOON

Greetings kiddies!  I, CREEPS, welcome you back into my CASTLE, FEAR heh-heh.  I am going to my doctor to have my EYEFRIGHT AXAMINED.  So, while I'm gone getting DIE-A-LATED, I hope you'll enjoy this tale of a woman, who has an appointment of her own...

A woman stood on the back porch of her home in the town of Longville, Indiana, back in 1952.  She listened to the sounds of crickets and peepers in the night.  The woman looked up, at the moon and saw that it was full and had a silvery color to it.  She suddenly heard a loud gasp from the ranch-style house next door.  The woman rushed over and rang the doorbell.  A doctor answered the door.  "Excuse me Randy, are you alright?  I heard a loud gasp!!" the woman asked and explained to him.  "Good evening, Martha, yes thank you.  I just have a terrible headache" Randy replied, holding his forehead.  "Oh my. I am sorry.  Is there anything I can do?" Martha said and asked.  "Oh, no, no.  Thank you though.  Have a good evening" Randy replied.  "Alright.  Thank you.  You too" she smiled and walked back home.  As Martha did, she saw the moon was covered by a dark-cloud.

Later that night, Martha was drinking a glass of water in her darkened-kitchen, when she heard a scratching at her backdoor in the kitchen.  She opened it, discovering a pale-white vampire, in a black doctor's coat, black pants and shoes, with a white tie.  The monster had glowing-white eyes and white-hair.  The thing looked so dead, as its flesh started peeling and decaying.  Martha screamed and the vampire hissed, showing red-fangs, needle-sharp.  It entered her kitchen and she quickly backed up.  The vampire roared deeply at Martha, approaching her.  She screamed again, smashing her glass on its rotting-head.  It roared some more and sunk its red fangs into her throat.  She screamed and screamed, as it roared deeply and writhed, shaking her.

Martha awoke in the Randy's bed.  Randy stood in his bedroom, looking at her and moved to her side.  "Hello, Martha, I have to apologize for my rude behavior.  It was I, in your kitchen tonight.  You see, I needed to drink.  I am a vampire!" Randy explained to her.  "Oh, Randy, is this a joke?" Martha asked, as she got out of his bed.  Randy took a drink from a bottle of Jim Beam Whiskey and replied, "no".  A few minutes later, Martha was standing out on her back porch.  She saw the silvery moon was full once again.  She then saw Randy standing in his window next door.  He transformed into the vampire, roaring deeply, chomping his red-fangs.  Martha gasped in fright.

Wasn't that a rather ROARING GOOD TIME boys and girls?  Martha never knew Randy was quite a FANGTASTIC DOCTOR Ha-Ha-Ha-Ha.
MOONLIGHT INCORPORATED

Hee-Hee-Hee, welcome kiddies!  It is me, your MAGGOT-GAGGING-GHOST-HOST, CREEPS!  Why, I've been looking for TENNIS HACKET to HACK AROUND A FEW TENNIS BALLS WITH heh-heh-heh-heh!  But while I find it, you kiddies BE GOOD SPORTS and enjoy this FESTERING-FIRST SERVING OF SLIME that I call...

On an April night back in 1976, a girl was asleep in a bungalow down in Alabama.  The phone rang in the living-room and her bedroom was off of it.  She woke and picked it up.  "Hello" she yawned.  "Sally Roberts.  This is Moonlight Incorporated.  I see y'all are having some problems in school.  I am offering my services to fix them for y'all" a man's voice very gruff spoke over the phone.  "How do you know my name mister?  Who are y'all by the way too?" the girl questioned him.  The guy hung up on her then.

Sally Roberts was on the school bus the very next day, and she got off at a grade school.  "Hey, Sally, howdy.  C'mon with me before Todd and Sam catch y'all" another girl called to her by the playground swings.  "Howdy, Charity.  I'm comin' now" Sally called back to her.  She ran and joined Charity, but then two teenage bullies rode their bikes over to them.  "Hey, howdy, girls.  Playin' Patty Cake eh?" one bully mocked Sally and Charity.  "Ah, Todd, leave us alone" Sally begged him.  "Awe, y'all are gonna cry, eh, Sam?" Todd mocked Sally, then laughed to the other bully.  "Ha, yeah, Todd" Sam chuckled.  Both Todd and Sam pushed the girls to the pavement and rode away on their bikes.

Charity and Sally were caught by Sam and Todd that afternoon on the playground.  They broke Sally and Charity's arms.  As the girls cried in pain, the bullies fled on their bicycles.  That night, Sally wore a cast and was lying in bed.  The telephone rang.  When Sally picked up the phone, the man with the gruff -voice stated: "I am sorry you and your Friend got your arms broken by Sam and Todd, Sally.  I promise as the owner of Moonlight Incorporated, I will get them for you and your Friend."  Sally then heard him hang up.

Meanwhile, Sam and Todd were drinking bottles of Jameson out, in Sally's neighborhood.  A green van parked by the sidewalk where they were at.  A bald man in a yellow t-shirt, black jeans and brown boots emerged from it.  He was missing eyes and his flesh was decomposing.  He stabbed Sam and Todd in the darkness with a knife.  Sally's phone rang and when Charity answered it in her cast, the man muttered, "you girls have a fun sleepover.  I took care of Todd and Sam for y'all."  He hung up in a shop, and the zombie poked the noses of Todd and Sam's corpses on the table with a fork.

Found it.  Now, with a game of tennis, I can surely MAKE A BIT OF A RACKET, eh?  Ha-Ha-Ha.  Moonlight Incorporated really took a STAB AT IT with Todd and Sam ha-ha!  That zombie was quite DEAD ON TARGET with his business too.  It was so nice of him that he SLAYED A PROMISE TO SALLY on the TELE-GROAN, and then SCARE-RRIED IT OUT aha-ha-ha-ha-ha!
The Great Pumpkin

I've always loved Halloween.  It has always been quite a SCREAM, kiddies!  Speaking of it, I've got just the tale for you...

On Halloween Night, 1972, kids were walking around a neighborhood in Chicago, Illinois, laughing and dressed like ghosts and Frankensteins.  A tall man with the head of a pumpkin walked into the neighborhood.  His face was that of a Jack-o-lantern.  He wore a black hood and robe, as he silently walked along the sidewalk, seeing kids trick-or-treating at homes.  His eyes, nose and mouth glowed-white, with five teeth carved into his mouth.

A kid in a Frankenstein-costume came up to the man saying, "Happy Halloween mister, neat costume!".  "Thank you kid.  Happy Halloween to you.  I am called The Great Pumpkin" he replied, introducing himself to the boy, moving his mouth as he spoke.  The Great Pumpkin smiled down, at the boy, as he smiled back up, at it, racing off.  Four older bullies stopped the boy in the Frankenstein-costume, as well as two others in ghost-costumes.  "Alright, give us your candy twerps!" the one bully ordered the kids.  The bullies were drunk, drinking bottles of Jim Beam Whiskey.  "Ah, come on!" the boy in the Frankenstein-costume replied.  "Kids, if ya don't, you're all gonna die!" one of the other bullies said, pulling out a gun, along with the three other bullies.

The Great Pumpkin approached them, pinning a carving-knife into one bully's stomach.  He pitched forwards, gasping for air and dropped dead.  The Great Pumpkin then stabbed the other bullies in their stomachs, killing them too.  He carved something in each of their stomachs in the dark.  He looked over at the kids, disappearing in the night, revealing himself to them, as a creature.  "The Great Pumpkin carved Jack-o-lanterns in their stomachs!" one girl dressed like a ghost said, looking at the bodies of the bullies.

Well, that was sure a STAB AT THE HACKPOT eh, kiddies?  Those bullies had to FACE the creature, but they turned out to be YELLOW-BELLIES Ha-Ha-Ha-Ha!
ABIGAIL

Heh-Heh-Heh, welcome kiddies HACK TO MY CASTLE!  This is MY LAST DOSE OF LURID-LITERATURE within this ICKY-ISSUE OF CREEPS CASTLE.  Hee-Hee, and EERIE-ENTRY known as...

A farmhouse that stood among some backwoods out, in the countryside, was in a rainstorm of southeastern-Pennsylvania, back in 1892 one afternoon.  A young girl was combing a female doll's hair in her upstairs-bedroom of the farmhouse, when a disembodied-voice next to her of another young girl spoke out: "Lavender, play with me!" to her.  Lavender stood up from sitting on the edge of her bed and replied, "alright, Abigail, what game should we play?".  "Jump-Rope is my favorite thing to do actually" the voice of Abigail told her.

A jump-rope rose up, out of her toy-chest, and the specter of a young girl materialized holding it.  Her flesh was dead-white and extremely pale, her eyes were sunken-in and solid-white looking like ping-pong balls.  She wore a white dress and was in her bare-feet, with long, straight black hair that was eerily transparent.  "It is I, Abigail, Lavender" the ghost girl spoke out, her eyeballs rolling around in her dark-sockets without eyelids.  "You have never shown yourself to me before my Friend.  I remember when you started speaking to me last Summer" Lavender told Abigail.  "Yes, because I was murdered by you mean old Grandfather.  He did not like me jumping-rope on your farm here outside.  He buried my body in your garden" Abigail explained.  Her ghostly-bones cracked as she wandered out of Lavender's bedroom.  Downstairs, an old man was smoking a cigar in a chair in the living-room.  "Father, when this rain dies down, I shall retrieve the turnips from the garden" a younger man claimed to the old one, coming in from the hall.  "Oh, uh, alright Charles.  Do not pull up the turnips too hard as I have advised you since last Summer now" he responded, nervously.

Charles went into the dining-room, and his father smoked, as the grandfather-clock in the hallway chimed: "3:00 p.m.".  Abigail stepped down the staircase making the sounds of cracking bones.  She entered the living room and glared at the father of Charles with her ghostly-ping-pong-like eyes.  As she hummed Little Brown Jug, the ghost put the jump-rope arould the old man's neck from behind the chair.  The dead girl strangled him to death.

Well, Charles' Father got all CHOKED-UP in the end there eh, Kiddies?  SERVES HIM FRIGHT for what he did to poor Abigal.  At least she ROPED HIM IN at the end and GRAVE him what was coming to him aha-ha-ha-ha!
Dead Man's Willow

Welcome kiddiea, I enjoy being in nature.  The trees this time of FEAR, are quite BOOTIFUL ha-ha-ha!  Speaking of trees, I have another tale in my CREEPY-COLLECTION hee-hee!

It was in the countryside of Alabama, back in Spring, 1901, that a girl ran to a tall, old weeping-willow tree.  She noticed it started lightly-raining and the leaves shook on the old willow.  The girl sat down, under the weeping-willow and saw a squirrel scurry up it.  Suddenly, she heard a raspy and quiet-voice call out to her asking, "hello little one, may I help you in any way?".  The girl looked up, seeing a shape in the branches of the tree.  "Hello!  What is your name?" she asked.  "My name is Francis.  What is yours?" the raspy, quiet-voice introduced itself to her then asked.  "Molly" the girl introduced herself to Francis as.  "Ah, what a sweet name you have my dear.  I live in this old tree" Francis said.  "Wow, do y'all get cold or hot Francis?" Molly asked.  "No my dear Molly, not at all" he replied.  Then, the shape up, in the branches moved and was gone.  All Molly could hear, was the rain.

That evening, Molly was in a farmhouse, seated at the dining-room table.  A young couple sat across from her.  "Mama, Papa, I met a new friend today named Francis" Molly told them, as they all dined on corn on the cob, mashed-potatoes and chicken.  "That is wonderful honey!" Molly's father replied, sipping a bottle of Jack Daniel's Whiskey.  "Yes it is dear!" her mother agreed. That evening, Molly returned to the weeping-willow tree and stared up, into the branches.  "Howdy, Francis!!" she called out.  "Oh, hello there, Molly.  Thank you for returning to see me" the raspy, quiet-voice of Francis replied.  "I will come down, closer to you my Friend!" Francis said to Molly.  The leaves shook, as Francis descended from the willow.  Just then, two older bullies ran up, to Molly and shoved her down, into some mud.  They laughed and said to her: "howdy, girl, we are gonna beat y'all to a bloody mess!".  Molly cried getting up and one of the bullies grabbed her by her dress, but a piercing, white-claw jutted into his back, killing him.  It ripped itself out of the corpses back and both Molly and the other bully looked up, at a pair of bright-orange eyes that glowed in the night.  The monster had: pure-white flesh, mangled, orange-hair down to its shoulders, long, thin-limbs and grinned with a grinning-face of silver-sharp-fangs.  It also had a long, pointed-nose and glared down, at the other bully, sliding its long, white-claws into his throat, murdering him as well. The tall creature smiled down at Molly saying with a raspy and quiet-voice, "this is known as Dead Man's Willow, because evil men who come by here, are killed by me.  You and I shall be Friends forever Molly my dear, it is I, Francis".

Hee-Hee! I guess Molly's Friend's BARK WAS WORSE THAN HIS BITE eh, kiddies!  It sure looks like Francis has a CLAWS IN HIS CONTRACT ha-ha!
THE SKY GREW PURPLE

Hello once more Kids.  I was just watching some of my favorite movies.  FIELD OF SCREAMS, THE BENCH-WORMERS and of CORPSE, FEAREST GUMP Ha-Ha-Ha-Ha!  Tonight's FRIGHT-FEATURE, is about a boy and his father going on a little hike...

Back in October of 1897, a boy and a young man hiked up, in the mountains of Washington.  It was evening and they looked up, noticing the sky grew purple and the moon grew full and bright.  They continued to hike finally stopping beside a bush.  "Good hike so far eh, Son?" the young man asked the boy.  "Yes Father it is" the man's son agreed.  "We can rest here Thomas" the boy's father said to him.  As Thomas sat down on a rock, he noticed something beneath them, on another cliff.  In the darkness, it was a really tall figure, standing and looking up, at the purple-sky.  "Look Father down there" young Thomas told him, pointing downwards.  His father saw the darkened-shape and as the light of the full moon fell on it, both Thomas and his father saw that the figure was that of a werewolf.

The werewolf had: black and white fur, giant, razor-claws of yellow on its feet and hands and white-shining eyes.  The beast caught sight of Thomas and his father, growling lowly, peeling its mouth back and revealing yellow-fangs, which were as sharp as knives.  "Let's go Son, quickly and quietly!" the father of Thomas said and they hiked up the mountainside more.  They started to hear the creature walking, getting closer to them both.  Thomas glanced back and saw the shape of the werewolf running on twos.  "Father go faster!!!" Thomas begged him.  "Alright Son!" he replied, speeding up a bit.  Suddenly, Thomas tripped and fell over some big rocks.  As he fumbled to get back up, the grasp of yellow-claws grasped his leg.  He screamed and his father stopped, looking back.  Seeing the werewolf ready to bite his son's arm, he aimed his shotgun at the monster.  Shooting the thing in the eye, the monster stepped back howling loudly in pain.  As the beast held its shot-eye, it retreated into down the mountainside, running.  Thomas got to his feet, with the help of his father and when they no longer heard the howls and growls of the werewolf, they took off.

Thomas's father really TOOK A SHOT AT IT eh, kiddies?  Well, it just goes to show you, never go hiking when the sky is purple and on a full moon too.  You might just have to PAWS and see WEREWOLF YOU ARE!  Hee-Hee-Hee!
The Cottage Of The Crone Witch

Hia girls and boys.  I am just PRE-SCARING for my OLYMPIC SCREAM NEXT SHRIEK heh-heh.  We have a GRUESOME-GAME OF HACK AND FIELD!  The FEAR LEADERS will all be there, and our GHOULFRIENDS will be watching us all from the BLEEDCHERS aha-ha-ha-ha-ha!  But while I'm doing these running on my DEADMILL here, please enjoy this REPULSIVE-PIECE entitled...

On a sunny day in the July of 1923, a boy kicked a can up a sidewalk and it landed in front of a small cottage in a neighborhood up, in northern-England.  The boy ran to his can and looked over at the old, white cottage.  The cottage was dark inside, but there was a lit-candle in each window.  The boy looked away and continued kicking his can down the neighborhood, singing: The Muffin Man.

By nightfall, the small cottage was still dark inside the windows, and from within, an old lady's voice chanted: "by thee light of thy candles and thy light of thee evening moon, may my spirit also shine on with light and be fed by thy spoon."  The same boy was on the other side of the fence and scurried closer to one of the candle-lit windows.  Peeking in the window, there was an old woman laying on a cot in the living room.  She caught a glimpse of the child and spoke to him, "ah, good evening sonny, come in I insist, come in".  The boy shuddered with surprise and entered the cottage.  More candles were lit in the mini hall and in the living-room, where the boy approached the elderly lady.  The flesh of the woman was yellow and veiny, and she was a crone.

The crone's hair was stark-white and she was dressed in a blue dress.  The boy gazed into her green-glowing eyes and she stroked his hair with her dead-fingernails that were way too long and black.  "Such a good boy you look like my child.  I am a long dead witch sonny, and get very lonely especially at these hours of the night" she explained to him.  The crone witch revealed no teeth, only black, slime-oozing-gums and as her eyes shined-green twinkling in the candle-light, her flesh of yellow began to peel and decay, slowly revealing her skull.  The boy gasped in terror, as the veiny-flesh and glowing-eyes of the ghostly-zombie of the crone witch dissolved, and he stared down at her ghostly-skeleton.  He screamed, running.

The ghostly-zombie of the crone witch that was also a skeleton with stark-white hair, chased the boy into the hallway and out the door.  As the boy stopped running, he stood in the yard, watching the ghostly-zombie and hearing it cackle eerily at him.  The ghostly-skeleton of the crone witch gestured the boy to come to her with her rotting-boney-finger, then disappeared, fading-out.

That boy definitely kne WITCH WAY TO GO when running out of that cottage.  That ghostly-zombie was both sweet and ROTTEN literally hee-hee-hee!  Our SCREAM is going for THE MOLD-MEDAL kiddies heh-heh!
Christmas Morning

Welcome to my CASTLE kiddies.  Time to sing that old GHOULTIDE CAROL, for the holiday season.  I have just the CHRISTMAS PRESENT for you all...a TALE OF CHRISTMAS FEAR AND CHEER!

It was the Christmas Morning of 1944, up, in New York City, where a boy slept in bed, in a hotel-room.  He awoke while it was still dark out and heard a jingling of a bell in the room.  Sitting up excited, the boy saw the door of the room was open and a silhouette creeping around by the window.  He looked in the moonlight shining through the window, seeing that the figure was wearing a Saint Nicholas suit.

The figure looked right at the boy, stopping and the boy noticed he was rather skinny.  The Saint Nicholas became more visible, showing his white beard and hair.  He glared at the boy, with his eyes that were completely black, as black as night.  Then, the Santa Claus opened his wide, toothless, black-mouth, as green and red slime oozed out of it.  He patted the boy on the head, with his black, long, clawed-hands of snow-white and smiled a grotesque-smile.  The monster handed the boy something round.  Hearing the jingling bell once more, he watched the monster vanish in a puff of snow.  The boy looked down, seeing he was holding a human-eyeball, that stared up, at him.

Ho! Ho! Ho!  I guess that kid was quite a good PUPIL in school eh? Ha-Ha-Ha!  Talk about an EYE FOR AN EYE!  I sure hope that Santa SNOWS how good I've been kiddies?  Maybe He will fill my stocking with a HUMAN-FOOT for me being TOE-RRIFIC!  Heh-Heh-Heh-Heh!!
The Beauty Shop

Hello again, Kiddies.  I am back for another TERROR-IBLE TALE heh-heh-heh.  I, CREEPS, welcome you all back into my LURID LAIR OF TATTERED TALES ha-ha.  This RANCID-READING, is about a girl who finds makeup like MAS-SCARE-RA, in a NASTY NUGGET I call...

It was an Autumn day back in 1922, in the town of Free River, Nebraska, that a girl wandered into a shop.  A sign hung up above the door reading: "Dearling's Beauty Shop" on it.  The girl saw a few other girls inside powdering their cheeks with makeup.  The girl looked around the store, picking up some lipstick.  A young lady came out from the back room where a curtain hung in the doorway.  "Hello, how may I help you?" she asked the girl.  Oh, hello miss, I was just looking thank you" she smiled in reply.  "I see.  Well, there's a wide selection in my store to choose from my dear" the lady smiled.

"I am Miss Dearling, if you need any help, just let me know" the woman introduced herself to the girl, explaining.  "Oh, hello, Miss Dearling thank you!" the girl replied.  Later that night, a woman, man and policeman walked into Dearling's Beauty Shop.  Miss Dearling walked out of the back room and the other woman asked her: "good evening ma'am, have you seen our Daughter perhaps?".  She handed Miss Dearling a photograph of the girl who came into the shop earlier that day.  "Ah yes, she came in here earlier today.  I shall get her for you ma'am, excuse me" she answered.

Miss Dearling pulled the girl by her hands out of the back room and the two other girls from in the store earlier came out behind her.  "Anna why would you spend all this time here instead of coming home?" the man asked the girl, sternly.  "Because I wanted to become like one of them, Daddy.  You and Mama have always abused me like the parents of these other girls did to them.  They drained their parents of their blood!" Anna replied.  She and the two other girls transformed into vampires, with long hair of black pale white flesh, and pearly-white fangs.  Their dresses, tap-dance shoes and socks turned black and their eyes all changed to a solid dark-red-color.  Miss Dearling transformed too, having solid bright-red eyes, wild long hair of light-brown, and flesh of a blue color.  Fangs cracked through her gums and the third vampire stood in her white dress, hissing at the humans.

"My makeup changes girls into vampires like myself you see" Miss Dearling hissed.  The four vampires hissed and roared deeply and loudly, sinking their fangs into the throats of Anna's parents, killing them and vanishing.

Miaa Dearling became MISS FEARLING I guess eh?  hee-hee.  Anna and the two other girls thought her BOO-TY SHOP was rather FANGTASTIC hee-hee-hee-hee-hee.
The Skinless Man

Welcome kiddies, your pal, CREEPS, has been ON THE ROAD AGAIN!  You might say, I'm being DRIVEN INSANE by pedestrians in the DIEWAY ha-ha!  Well, that is the topic of tonight's story of a semi driver and his LIFE IN THE FAST LANE Ha-Ha...

Back in the Winter of 1970, a semi driver drove up a highway towards northwestern-New York City late one night.  He listened to Bob Dylan sing: "Like A Rolling Stone" on the semi-radio, while smoking a cigarette.  He checked his watch on his wrist and saw a tall figure up, ahead in the middle of the road.  The semi driver slammed on his breaks, stopping on the side of the road.

He looked and saw the figure appeared to be a man, all skinless, reddish-muscles entangled by veins.  It wore a white trench-coat and a white, knit-cap, with its skinless, bare feet, covered in veins.  The semi driver screamed, driving off, as The Skinless Man howled at him, deeply with its reddish-muscles pulsating.

The semi driver made it to a bar, running in the falling-snow, into it.  He sat down up, at the counter.  "A beer please mack!" he asked the bartender.  "Oh, yes sir!" he replied.  The semi driver handed the bartender a ten dollar bill and was passed a glass of beer.  As he drank it down, he noticed the creature outside, scraping the side of his semi.  The semi driver screamed and ran out of the bar.  Peering into the creature's reddish, pulsating, veiny-face of no skin, he saw its white-gleaming teeth and eyes.  "I am The Skinless Man.  I roam the Earth during the night sir!" it spoke to him in a raspy-voice.  The semi driver screamed and drove off in his semi.

Heh-Heh!  Now that's what you call GETTING UNDER YOUR SKIN kiddies.  Hopefully the semi driver kept in the right highway VEIN.  He probably had many FLESHBACKS about that creature ha-ha-ha!
The Return Of Eddie Kawalski

Greetings boys and GHOULS, it is I, CREEPS, HACK again, with a NINETEENTH ISSUE OF CREEPS CASTLE!  Come into my CASTLE and get ready for the RIDE OF FRIGHT in this little NAUSEATING-NUGGET I call...

Back in 1960, a detective walked down a lone-road over in southern-Indiana on a rainy-night, under his umbrella.  There was an old, junky taxi cab that pulled up to the detective on the lone-road.  The detective stopped walking and got into the backseat of the car, looking up, at the driver.  The cab driver looked back at him and said, "Detective Smith, I heard that you are on a case for some punk murderers of a teenage boy!".  "Yes sir.  I am" he replied.  "I knew it sir.  I found this old cab in a junkyard nearby and figured it would be faster to catch them in this" the cab driver said, starting to drive in the night.  He smoked a cigarette as he drove.

"Name's Eddie Kawalski, Detective!" the cab driver introduced himself as.  "Hey, wait just a minute, those teenage punks murdered Eddie Kawalski sir!!!" Detective Smith exclaimed in shock.  Then, he saw Eddie Kawalski's decayed, gray-skin in the moonlight.  Eddie's curly black hair shone in the moonlight glazed with clumps of dirt and worms.  He wore an old leather-jacket of red and as Detective Smith looked closer in gasping-terror, he saw that the zombie's rotting-eye sockets were glowing-red.  Its blackened-teeth grew into an eerie-grin.  The detective screamed and the zombie sped up, faster.  Soon, three teenage bullies carried umbrellas, as they walked on the road up, ahead. They drank bottles of Jack Daniel's Whiskey and looked behind them.  "Look out guys, we killed Eddie Kawalski, but he has returned from the dead!!!" one bully screamed at the others.  The cab ran them over, killing them all.  The zombie cackled, black-slime spilling out of his mouth, in between dead-teeth and decayed-liips.  Detective Smith swung open the door, jumping out and got to his feet, watching the old cab disappear into the night.

Detective Smith forgot to pay Eddie any CAB SCARE hee-hee!  I sure hope the zombie took a ROT TURN up the road ha-ha-ha-ha!
THE GLOWING

Hello TERROR Kiddies!  I have a tale that's rather LIGHT ON THE HORROR heh-heh-heh!  It is a DISGUSTING-DITTY that GRUESOMELY GLOWS that I call...

A young boy looked at the abandoned home on the one end of Wallace Lane, where the street-sign was at, up in Vermont, in summer, 1951.  He was playing a harmonica to the tune of Yankee Doodle, and a rat scurried across the side porch on the house, going into a doorway.  The sun was setting and the sounds of crickets were heard.  The boy turned, and wandered up the neighborhood, until he came to a gang of teenagers hanging out, by a picket-fence.  The teenage bullies spotted him and gawked, laughing at the boy. "Nice tune there geek" one teen said to the boy as he finished playing the harmonica.  The teen and a second one grabbed the boy, pulling him to the fence.  "Leave me alone guys, what the heck?!" the boy quivered to them.  "We just want to take your stupid little harmonica and shove it down your skinny, little throat boy!" the first bully who grabbed him replied.  The four in the gang kicked the boy's shins and he cried out in pain.  Then they all ran him into the abandoned house, clutching onto him, tightly.

The bullies drank bottles of gin in the dim-light that came into the home and held the kid against the wall in the front hall.  The first bully swiped the child's instrument and began to try and force it down his throat, causing him to gag and choke, as he writhed.  A glowing-light of white shot up and out of a vent in the wall by the floor and engulfed the hallway, blinding everyone.  The bullies who had ahold of the boy, let go of him in the bright-light and two of the teen boys began to scream in the blinding-glow.  The house lit up, glowing-white in the downstairs as twilight came outside. Inside, growls deep and fierce were heard in the glowing-light of white and the boy forced himself to gaze into it.  A horrifying-pair of fangs dripping with solid-black ooze, were within the glow and biting quickly at the throats of the two bullies, murdering them.  The boy spit his harmonica out and heard a sickening-sound of bones cracking, as something beside the fangs had another teen by the back of his head.  The thing snapped his neck, killing him.  The boy ran with his harmonica, sprinting out of the front door and light.  The first bully the boy saw, rushed out of the doorway behind him, but the white-glowing hands of the ghostly-creature gripped his shirt with its black, oozing-claws and as the thing yanked him back through the doorway, the boy saw its fangs gouge into the teenager's flesh, killing him and silencing his screaming.  Then the glowing of the ghostly-monster disappeared, causing the downstairs of the house to darken once more.  The boy ran off up the street.

That was quite a SNAP for the two teenagers eh?  Well, just when that boy was getting ALL CHOKED UP, that monster decided to SHED SOME LIGHT ON THE SUBJECT aha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!
The Photographer

Greetings, kiddies!  May I take your picture?  Good, it'll be quite a SNAP...SNAP-SHOT that is heh-heh!  This putrid-picture, is about a photographer, who become quite ROTTEN...

A photographer stood behind a camera in a park, in southwestern-Ohio.  It was May, 1911 and he took a photograph of a newlywed couple, in front of a gazebo.  "Very, very nice folks, yes!" the photographer said to the young couple.  "Thank you sir!" they replied to him. That night, the photographer walked into a bar.  The bartender handed him a bottle of beer up, at the counter.  "Thanks mack!" the photographer said to him.  He drank some of the beer. All of a sudden, a man came in and shot the photographer, killing him.  The murderer stole his wallet and ran out of the place.  A month later, the murderer was walking a sidewalk at night, when someone grabbed him from behind.  He was spun around by them and he saw who it was.  The murderer peered into the rotting, zombified-face of the dead-photographer.  The zombie had: blue, rotted-flesh, rags on and no eyeballs, only worm and maggot-infested-eye sockets, with more worms squirming around in his ratty-hair of black.  The corpse strangled the killer, as he was able to shoot it, causing yellow-slime to leak out of the zombie's stomach.  As he struggled and writhed, the zombie moaned and shoved him into a hole, covering it up and burying him alive, as he screamed.

PICTURE THAT kiddies, that photographer really made it as a good COVER-UP hee-hee.  Looks like now, his photos are selling for DIRT CHEAP Ha-Ha-Ha!
Terror Bridge

Hee-Hee, welcome Kiddies to the TWELFTH EERIE-ISSUE OF CREEPS CASTLE.  How about a GAME OF BRIDGE, eh?  Well, it's easy to SLAY this game.  But in the meantime, be repulsed by this tale of MONSTROUS-MAYHEM...

n May of 1878, in the forest of Maine, a boy was wandering around.  The sun was shining down, through the trees and the boy saw deer running.  Through a few bushes, he came to a golden-bridge.  The bridge shined and sparkled in the sunlight.  He ran and stood on it. In the melodies of the chirping-birds, he quickly heard a low-growl from under the bridge.  An orange, giant, furry-hand with claws, grasped the bridge.  The boy screamed and ran.  That night, he was tripped by another boy in a cabin, falling.  "Gee, I am clumsy, Timothy!" the other boy said to him.  Timothy got up and replied, "come on now William!".  "I did that on purpose you idiot" William laughed.  "Nephew, get in your closet now!!" a woman told Timothy.

"Yes, Aunt Lucy" he replied.  The following morning, William yanked Timothy out of the closet, causing him to fall and smash a vase.  "You broke my favorite vase you naughty boy!" Aunt Lucy yelled at Timothy.  "No food for you today boy" she continued.  She had an iron-spoon about to hit him, when he ran off.  Timothy returned to the golden-bridge and started grinning.  "You are in trouble idiot" William told him, rushing to him.  "You and Aunt Lucy have abused me since my parents died, my Cousin, William!!" Timothy screamed, shaking him.  The orange-hand of fur and claws clutched William's ankle, rising its head above the bridge.  The monster's ape-like face had purple-glowing eyes, biting William's face with its fangs, pulling him under and killed him, as it roared.  As the sounds of the creature eating William's corpse were heard, Aunt Lucy arrived.  "Where is William you?" she shouted at Timothy.  Aunt Lucy drank a bottle of Jim Beam Whiskey and the creature rose up, growling at her.  She screamed, as the beast chewed her head murdering her and slashed her chest with its massive-claws.  Timothy ran off, returning to the cabin.

Now that's what I call a SLASHER TALE, because the beast did SLASH HER Ha-Ha-Ha-Ha.  William and Aunt Lucy sure got the CLAWS IN THE CONTRACT eh, ha-ha-ha!
THE NIGHT OF THE FULL HONEYMOON

Heh-Heh, want to go for a REVOLTING-RIDE where you can really WING IT on a SCAREPLANE kids?  Good!  Tonight's INFRIGHT FEATURE'S one you can just WOLF DOWN, I call...

A groom drove an orange Chevy up a road next to some woods somewhere in Indiana, back in 1971 one night.  He and his brand new bride listened to The Temptations sing, "Just My Imagination" on the car-radio.  "Jack honey, how much further to the hotel?" the bride asked the groom.  "I'd say twenty miles, Karen sweetheart" Jack answered.  Pretty soon, Jack and Karen both spotted a cottage in the wilderness on the side of the road.  Jack drove passed it and Karen asked: "Oh, Jack, that nice little cottage looks cozy and desrted.  Can we stay there for our honeymoon please?".  "Oh, alright" he agreed and drove back to the place. Jack got out of his Chevy and glanced into each of the windows of the cottage, seeing it was dark and empty.  Later on that night, Jack poured champaign from out of a bottle into two glasses, and he and his new wife drank them, together.  They sat together on an old couch, near a roaring-fire in the fireplace, while a full moon was out, up in the evening-sky above the forest.  Jack finished his glass of champaign and told Karen, "I'll be right back, Sweetheart.  I forgot one of the suitcases out in the car".

Jack grabbed the suitcase out of the trunk of his orange Chevy, saw the moon was full and suddenly was attacked by a werewolf.  The beast had blonde, curly, long hair and struck Jack in his arm with its jagged and thick-claws.  Jack screamed, dropping the suitcase on the ground.  The monster slashed at his chest, ripping huge holes in his collared-shirt in the shape of its razor-claws.  The thing growled deep and dreadful at him, sinking fangs into Jack's throbbing-neck.  He screamed, hollered and yelled as loudly as he possibly could into the night.  Jack hit the ground. As the foul-looking face of the werewolf got down, into his face, Jack heard it mumble to him: "now I have fresh meat to eat our honeymoon Jack!!".  "KAREN????" he screamed in terror.  He pierced a knife through her furry-throat and neck right then, murdering and decapitating the beast in the shadows.  Jack got to his feet, dropped the shadowy-head of the monster, flinging it off his knife and wrapped his neck up with some bandages from the suitcase.  He put his suitcase in his trunk and drove off in the light of the full moon.

Poor Karen she was was up for some SCARIN', but it was Jack who got AHEAD OF HER ON IT ha-ha-ha-ha!
Black 4th Of July

HAPPY 4TH OF GHOULY Kiddies!  It's time to set off a few FIREHACKERS outside eh?  Well, in honor of this NATIONAL HOLISLAY, I have just the thing...

Back on July 4th, 1939, there was a cottage down in northeastern-Alabama.  Inside, an old lady sat in a rocking-chair in the front room, sewing a sweater.  She rocked back and forth, seeing two young boys run into the room.  "Grandma, are y'all ready for the celebration tonight?" they asked the old woman.  "Why, yes I am boys.  I just wish y'all Grandpa was still here for it, bein' the mayor" she replied and smiled.  "So do we" they agreed.  The boys ran out of the cottage and raced a few miles behind it, reaching a big graveyard.  One of the gravestones had: "PERCY R. MILLER 1850-1939" carved on it.  "Howdy Grandpa, Happy 4th Of July, it's me, Clem and Jeb's here too" one of the boys said, staring at the stone.  "Howdy Grandpa, Happy Independence Day!" Jeb said, looking down at the stone too.  "Come on, Jeb, let's head down to the river" Clem said.  "Alright Clem!" he replied and they ran off beyond the cemetery.  As the sounds of birds chirped nearby, the dirt before Percy's tombstone moved and shook.

The ground of the grave gave way as yellow-white flesh all rotted and decayed, jutted out of the Earth.  It was the zombified-head of Percy R. Miller, his white hair covered with writhing-worms.  He grunted deeply at the sunlight, staring into it with his eyeless-sockets.  That evening, Clem, Jeb and their grandmother were all outside the cottage, with a crowd watching a mayor at a podium.  "Happy 4th Of July folks!  As your new mayor, I shall say a prayer now!" the mayor spoke.  Meanwhile in the backwoods where the cemetery was, the zombie of Percy moved slowly step by step toward the cottage, swaying in the moonlight.  His decaying-lips hung-open suddenly, seeping out blackened-ooze.  The corpse wore a black suit and tie, cracking the bones of his yellow-white, rotted-fingers, putting his dead hands together.  Soon, he approached the crowd.  "Now, I shall cut the 4th Of July Cake!" the mayor announced, standing at a table, over a  huge chocolate one.  "Happy Independence Day sir!  May I do that please?  It was always my job each year as the former mayor" the zombie cackled in a deep, raspy-voice, holding a large knife.  The old dead man's nose fell off onto the cake, as the crowd screamed.

Well, that was quite NOSEY wasn't it Kiddies?  I guess Ol' Grandpa Percy got to the celebration at the FRIGHT TIME and enjoyed his CAKE WALK there hee-hee-hee-hee-hee.
New Friends

Well hello TERROR Kiddies.  I, your SHIVER-CHEF, CREEPS, have a real BONE-CRACKER for you all tonight heh-heh.  It's about a teenager who moved into a brand new NEIGH-BOO-HOOD, and gets ha-ha, a mysterious call on the TELE-GROAN...

One night a teenager set a baseball bat down in a house against a wall, up, in Maine, during Spring, 1955.  He heard the telephone ring and answered it.  "Hello" he said on the phone.  "You are the new one on the block who just moved in last weekend.  Come on down to Court Street man to play some basketball with us.  We got snacks and are gonna play tomorrow night around 9:00!" a teenage boy's voice said over the phone, inviting him.  "Thanks a lot, but uh, who is this?" the teen asked, but the other teenager hung up.

The next night, the teen rode his bicycle to a sign that read: "COURT STREET" in white capital letters on it.  He checked his watch and it was 9:00 p.m.  There was a basketball court at the beginning of the street and the teenager saw people in the dark playing basketball.  The teen parked his bike on the side of the court and the five basketball players walked over to him, slumping and staggering in the night.

"Hey, man, you showed up!  Welcome!" the person with the basketball said to the teenage boy.  "Oh, hello, yeah.  You were the guy who called on the phone.  I am Rodney" he replied.  "Hey, Rodney.  I'm George man!" the other teenage boy introduced himself as.  George hi-fived Rodney and Rodney noticed that George's hand was boney and skeletal.

In the streetlights as well as the moonlight, Rodney could see the worms slithering, writhing and crawling on George's skull, as he was a living-dead skeleton.  The four other people were also zombies in black basketball uniforms like George was in.  They were all skeletons, moss covered the ribcages of two of them, as their jerseys had holes in them.  Rodney screamed in terror as one of the zombies munched on moldy corn chips from a mold-covered bag.

The five skeletons surrounded Rodney and the zombie of George held the basketball up in the air and laughed.  "Now we have two equal teams of three instead of a team of three and a team of two fellas!" George cackled, worms and maggots spilling out of the decaying-mouth of his old skull.  Rodney screamed and trembled, feeling five boney-hand grip his arms.  Rodney ran for it, jumped on his bike and rode off, speeding, as the living-dead zombies turned in their moldy-white socks and their moldy-black tennis shoes.

I guess Ol' George was really ON THE BALL eh?  Hee-Hee-Hee!  Their BASKETBALL SCREAM carried a lot of DEAD WEIGHT around aha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha.
NED

Welcome boys and girls to my GRUESOME GAME OF "WHEEL OF MISFORTUNE"!  In this show, FIENDS shall PUT A SPIN ON THINGS, by making the wheel go FESTER AND FESTER ha-ha-ha.  But, here's another part of the show that should be called THE PRICE IS FRIGHT, which I call...

The Summer-breeze blew through the oaks out, in the forest of northern-Washington, back in June, 1972 one day.  A teenage boy shot three arrows on an achery range within the woods at Camp Oak Tree.  He laughed and saw a teenage girl walk his way.  "Did you see those shots I made just now, Tracy?" he asked her.  "Yes I did.  Very good, Ned" Tracy replied, smiling.  "Thanks" Ned said and he and Tracy kissed.  "I love you" Ned told Tracy.

Later on, Ned, Tracy and another teenager were painting a fence together.  "Hey, Ned, uh, can you please go get another can of paint?  I had it over by the archery range!" the other teenager asked him.  "Yeah sure, Andy" he answered, running over to the range.  He picked up the can of yellow pant and suddenly was struck by an arrow in the heart and fell to the ground, dead.

The following day, Andy and Tracy were sitting on the bank of a pond, tossing stones into the water.  "Do you think Camp Oak Tree will be all ready for the kids next week Andy?" Tracy asked.  "Yes babe" he replied and they kissed.  It soon began to lightly rain and Tracy and Andy went into one of the cabins together.  They kissed again and Tracy said, "oh, let me get my umbrella Andy in case it pours out".  "Alright" he said and she walked out.

Andy sat down at a table and suddenly an arrow was rammed into his neck, causing him to slump over, dead.  Tracy returned with an umbrella and screamed, finding Andy's dead body.  Then she caught sight of Ned standing there.  He was a phantom, with white, curly-hair that shined, and his ghostly-face glowed-white, with his dead, ghostly-flesh a sickening-green.  The specter stood in his red shorts, brown sandals and red t-shirt, glaring at Tracy with his glowing-eyes of white.  "Tracy, you and Andy planned to kill me, because you were cheating on me with him.  Well, I plunged an arrow into his neck for shooting one into my chest babe!" the ghost of Ned said in a raspy-voice.  Tracy screamed, as Ned's spirit shot an arrow into her forehead, killing her, then vanished laughing.

Heh-Heh, talk about an ARROW-HEAD eh, Kiddies?  Even as a ghost, Ned had GOOD SHOOTING KILLS and still got INTO THE SPIRIT OF THE GAME ha-ha-ha-ha-ha.  He really gave Andy a PAIN IN THE NECK, giving him the POINT hee-hee-hee-hee-hee!