Tales from the Creeped

Spikey Joe and Whitey's story is as gnarled as the rotten trees lining the abandoned New England paint factory where they live. Whitey was born into a long line of gangsters, purse snatchers and candy apple bootleggers. He rebelled at an early age, and instead pursued the black art of zombie polo. He built an empire, but the law doesn't cotton to abberations of nature, even when they pay out 98.6 percent rate.

Spikey Joe was the most conscientious crossing guard the town of Hostile Oaks had ever seen. He went rogue after a crosswalking violation, and took pedestrian traffic law into his own hands. To keep him from keeping the streets too safe, authorities surgically fused his body to a straight jacket. But in his mind, he's still holding a stop sign and pointing with white gloves.

The pair met in a home for the mentally disturbed and criminally insane. They quickly organized a roller disco field trip. There were no survivors.

Since that day, the pair has fashioned living nightmares from their unspeakable desires and paint vat fumes. Some say that when the moon is full, you can hear them laughing...

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