The Odd Woman

Greetings FIENDS, I, CREEPS, have a CREEPY-CONCOCTION for you all here within my CASTLE this SLIME hee-hee!  It's a FESTERING-FABLE about a man who discovers he's being stalked by...

A young man carried a stack of two boxes downstairs in an apartment building up, in New York City, one day back in the Spring of 1962.  He took them into an apartment where the door was open and set them down on the kitchen-counter.  He sighed and grabbed the bottle of Jack Daniel's Whiskey from on the counter, opened it and swigged the whiskey down then.  A teenage boy walked passed the apartment and stopped, knocking on the open-door.  "Oh, hello, may I help you?" the man said, asking the teenager.  "Hello mister, I'm Sam.  I live in the apartment across the hallway from you" the teenager said, introducing himself as and smiled.  "Oh, hi Sam.  Nice to meet ya.  I'm Curtis I just moved in here today" the young man introdiced himself, going over to the doorway and shaking hands with Sam.  "Nice to meet you too, Curtis welcome!" Sam said to him.  "Thanks Sam" Curtis replied, smiling.

Three hours later, Curtis went for a walk up the street from his brand new apartment building.  As he stopped at the street corner, there was a terriifying woman standing across the busy road on the opposite street corner.  Curtis noticed her and his eyes got huge and he rubbed them.  The woman wore a white dress, black high heels, but her face was missing.  She brushed the one side of her black curly shorter hair with her hand and Curtis gasped in fear.  As the crowd from the opposite street corner crossed the road, he discovered that she got lost in the crowd, as he crossed the street as well.  When he reached the opposite street corner, Curtis looked all around, but the odd woman was nowhere in sight then.  Curtis walked into a diner and sat down in a booth.  As he sighed, he noticed somebody come into the diner.  It was the odd woman.  She turned her faceless head towards him and walked to his booth.  Curtis was wide-eyed and gasped, frozen in fear.  She sighed and in a whispery-voice, said to him: "Curtis my love!".  He jumped up from the booth, but then discovered that she was mysteriously gone.  People in the diner gave Curtis stares of confusion.  That night, he sat at his brand new kitchen-table eating a ham sandwich.  There was a knock on the door and Curtis got up with his sandwich in hand and answered it.  It was Sam.

"Oh, hi, Sam" he said, grinning slightly.  "Hi Curtis.  I just saw a headline in the newspaper about the murder of your Wife Jane.  It had a photo of you two with it!" Sam replied back, frightened.  "Get in here or I'll shoot ya, Sam!!" Curtis told the teenager, ordering him, as he pulled a pistol from his pocket.  Sam gasped in surprise and fear, rushing into the apartment.  Curtis rushed over, slamming his door shut and latching it, still pointing the gun at Sam.  "I drove all the way down here from Albany Sam.  Jane was becoming a famous artist of floral paintings in the area, and when we both found out art collectors wanted to pay thousands of dollars for them, I shot her dead and stole her paintings!" he explained to the teen.  The odd woman was behind Curtis now in his kitchen.  She came to him and Sam gasped in terror at the sight of her being faceless.  Curtis turned and screamed.  "JANE NO!!!" he spoke out to her in horror.  "I have finally found you Curtis my love.  Give me a kiss!!" Jane whispered back, being an apparition with her white dress being transparent.  Her curly shorter hair of black blew in a the air, as her pale, ghostly-hands gripped his arms tightly.  The ghost of Jane leaned in and covered her husband's shaking-face, sucking and slurping-sounds being heard then from her.  Curtis screamed among the sounds, dropping his ham sandwich and gun.  His screams fell silent and Jane's phantom backed away from Curtis and Sam screamed in horror at his exposed-skull that was now his face.  The dead corpse of Curtis slumped over and Sam ran from the apartment, screaming.  The faceless ghost of Jane faded-out, vanishing.

Hee-Hee, I guess Curtis had to really FACE IT in the end there eh?  The ghost of his Wife Jane had to GET UNDER HIS SKIN too.  It looks like their SCARE-RRIAGE got a FLESH NEW START aha-ha-ha-ha-ha!  OF CORPSE, when poor Jane was following her Husband around, she gave him quite a BLANK EXPRESSION  heh-heh-heh-heh-heh!