It was December the first in the uncanny country of the apparitions and spirits and in a
old-fashioned, crumpling mansion-house, coffins creaked leisurely in a room with pictures
of famous people, cobwebs and Christmas trees.
The things in the coffins were the skilful spirits society. Now, the skilful spirits
society weren't the kind of ghosts you'd see in Halloween.
Put it this way. If you made a chart of how many specters came out at Halloween,
never have had the skilful spirits society. These are the species of ghosts who come out
at Christmas which included Sam Smart, Gary the graveyard guardian, Wilbur the wraith, Percy
the pumpkin and Bill the bogyman.
These were sharp-witted phantoms which were the only ones to talk and were
any ghost in the universe. That day, the phantoms had a scheme. "Let's plan a
Christmas party for our phantasm pals. "Wilbur cried.
"But how," moaned Gary. "Loads of ghosts adore Halloween greater than
Christmas." What could they do?
"We need amusement! Music! Superior stuff! Ahem!" Bill cried out. "Fabulous
idea! That's what we need! And we know who has it!" Therefore, the
specters went to
the nation of oddities and weirdoes to see the head with the taste of recreation, Darren the
He was watching the news when the skilful spirits society scurried straight through the
wall of his home. "Well, well, if it isn't the skilful spirits society! What have you
come to me for?" "We need a man (or dragon) of entertainment and
you're just the
thing we need!" explained Sam in an thrilled sort of way. So, at the skilful spirits
society's house, Sam was explaining to Darren what they needed him for.
"Why did the cricket team give up cricket? Dracula took all the bats!" Darren
was practicing his distraction after the talk. Then, he sang MONSTER MASH two times and
even played uncanny melodies on a organ. "Superb! Superb!" cried Wilbur.
"You better watch out. You better cry. You better shout. I'm telling you why. The
specters and phantoms...are here!" sang Darren. Sam and his mates clapped very loud.
"We're spooky ghosts in the phantom worrrrrrld. We're real, not plastic.
fantastic!" chanted Darren. "You're a dragon of entertainment, all
right!" said Wilbur, in a "That was marvelous "voice.
"Listen," exclaimed Darren. Then he sang, "Jingle bells, the swamp monster
The vampire bats are here. The eerie ghosts are having a huge host with monsters with
pointed ears. "Couldn't be better!" said Percy.
Darren's music went on and on. It was so good that the skilful spirits society made a
disco. The other phantoms of the world heard the great music. The ghosts bolted to the
house of the skilful spirits society. Then, Darren saw all the guests and let them do the
cha-cha and did the organ tunes. Before long, Darren said, "Alright, do the sea
monster dance." Ever heard of the sea monster dance? It's like the conga but it has
ghosts and monsters. Darren's music has only been heard in December but it was too scary
to be in the music library. He could muddle words too.
Like : Het den
That means: The End