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Show Ghost And Witch With Skeleton, Kill on Halloween Moonbeams slithered down through tossing branches. The wind made a weird accompaniment for the pattering raindrops. It was a night for goblins, ghosts, witches, witch-es, and black cats. It was Halloween Hallo-ween 1943. A figure dressed in white could be seen darting here and there among the trees by the side of the lane. Suddenly it turned the surprise written on every line of its face. "Zounds,," exclaimed Dexter McGarry, Mc-Garry, head ghost of Spookland, "someone killed Feinkelstein before be-fore I got here." He looked around, then whispered whisper-ed to a black shadow that blended with the trees. "Come out, Jones, he's already dead.!' Out stepped Wally Jones, Spookland Spook-land Skeleton-in-chief. "Put away your dagger, Mc-Garry, Mc-Garry, I'm unarmed.' "0. K., Jones, we'll sign a truce. Let's find another victim. This is Halloween, and we must haunt someone. We have a reputation to keep." The skeleton stood considering and as he did so, the form of a flying witch was seen by the light of the moon. Ghost McGarry waved to her and she zoomed in for a landing. She got off of her broom and walked over to the skeleton "What's wrong with this skel-1 eton? He looks hungry" asked Jeanne Norberg, high priestess of all witches. "He's trying to think of someone some-one to haunt," replied the ghost. Suddenly Jones jerked upright and shouted at the other two. "I know, let's haunt Morris Waters, the rich old miser of Elm mansion." "This will be a pleasure," Witch Norberg exclaimed. 'II can picture his face when he sees us. He never did believe in ghosts, " answered McGarry. With these exclamations the three experienced haunters started for Elm mansion and miser Morris Waters. Upon their arrival, they knocked at the door and the butler, Don Brewer answered. "Good eve HELP," shouted the fear-struck butler. "Why did I ever leave California?" The miser, hearing the commotion, commo-tion, ran into the hall demanding, demand-ing, "What is the meaning of this?" "Your time is up. Waters," said Skeleton Jones smilingly. "We've come to invite you to be a member mem-ber of the Deadman Club." "You can't do that," exclaimed the miser. "I'm going to make some money tomorrow." "Please don't quibble, Mr. Waters, Wat-ers, you sound like a drip," said McGarry. "I'll see the governor about "this outrage," shouted the miser. "It will be too late, my friend," said Jones. 'Tonight is the night." "Let's go," said the ghost. So saying, the three haunters, against the protests of the miser, carried him down the lane. Ten minutes later a bloodcurdling bloodcurdl-ing yell filled the air. Then through the rain, two ghosts McGarry Mc-Garry and Waters; one skeleton Jones and one witch Norberg, went back to Spookland, where they will live peacefully (?) until next Halloween. |