It just happened to be Halloween when my business partner and I visited a house that was haunted. All the Ghosties came out and greeted us — “Boo,” they said. Then we looked at all the Sorceresses.
Next we met a scary Wolfman and a chorus of Zombie Harlots. “These barbarians all sure have rude instincts,” I said. And my business partner replied, “They are biting the wires that connect their victims’ central nervous system.”
Now we come to a creepy-crawly Spider on a web. And there is a Bloody Man who is decapitated.
The sign over the archway reads “Hair-Raising Ghoulish Mess Hall.” We drink some spooky, nasty Witches’ brew.
A Blob Mummy stands there and stinks.
Suddenly a white Sheet appears in the night. The Lone Ranger and Tonto pass before us. Also the Creature from the Black Lagoon.
Doctor Frankenstein is consulting with Doctor Who. “I don’t know—do you?” replies the latter to the former, who then sternly says: “Yes, my son.”
An Octopus now comes to perform destruction. In addition to the aforesaid physicians, there is a Mad Scientist at the back of the lab, mixing a mysterious elixir.
A Purple Dragon and a Glob Monster enter the room. The astronomer Carl Sagan now joins the living dead; he leaves a trail of ectoplasm wherever he walks. Devils are crawling out of the house’s basement.
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