“The Spooky Wheer”

By Haunted George

Once upon a midnight o’er a hundred year ago, a haunted scientist created a critter out of a small, stinging beastie that he found a-buzzing’ about in the forest. He suckled it on the true juice of the devil’s weed and on flagons of human blood he got from the bodies of the new dead he bought from the ghouls in the neighborhood. He fed it up good and he fed it up huge. He kept on a-feeding it more and more juice and more and more blood. The wheer growed and thrived on its nasty repast till it were thrice the size of a busted fat pig. It growed a scaly green armor on its bulging blimp-long body soes it couldn’t be killed. It’s long vicious needle a-jutting out sharp and keen from betwixt the popping red eyes in his cannon ball head kept a sucking and a slurping in the blood till there weren’t no more! And when he couldn’t find none he became raging frantic. And in the night whilst the scientist was a-sleeping the wheer drove his terrible needle swift into the heart of his benefactor and pierced him dead! All full up of blood and monster-mad he splinter-smashed out of the side of the house a-buzzing and a-humming like a huge demon hornet. He swooshed away into the forest and built his self a nest amidst the tall trees. Tis from this horrible nest that marauds out every night a-seeking to quench his thirst on the blood of humans that can’t get away. Believe me now for true! I seen it honest through me long glass! All the ground under his horrid lair is covered with the bones and the awful drained out bodies of his victims but his greedy thirst can’t never be satisfied. He’s always out a looking for new blood! He hides in the eaves of the old buildings. He hides where ever it’s dark and he waits for new prey. And whenever a human comes nigh the dreadful wheer swoops down upon him, clutches him up in his great curved talons and plunges his needle deep into him and stings him senseless. Then he whooshes away with them to his dismal nest and he stacks them up rigid with the others he stung and brought there. He stacks them up all live and stiff like cord wood and he drinks from them. And he gets thirstier and thistier and thistier and thirstier and he won’t never stop! What’s that noise? It’s him! I can see him plain! Right outside my window! Only thing is…. I ain’t got no blood!!