The Creepshaw Place

Sometime things are so deliciously convenient they are irresistible. That's the case with this scene. The house was inherited by John Creenshaw and he had a talent for junking stuff up including the house, the yard, himself...the unintended consequence of his slovenliness was inadvertent creepiness. So everybody called the property, "The Creepshow Place". Its amazing to me that wit never fails to land in fertile ground...Ol' John the "batch" kinda grew into his reputation and became a part time ghoul. Once again the "ironic" rears its amusing head or "how reps are unfairly gained", because while he sorta encouraged everybody to think he was running some kind of haunted house he was actually an amiable, generous, gentle slob unlikely to ever scare anybody. Mind you Halloween was always fun and we would usually head over to his place with the kids for fireworks and maybe to see if he could set some of his junk on fire.

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