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Late
last Saturday night, a young chap was walking home from a club.
It
was a cold, wet, windy evening, and he was tired and freezing.
Most
of the street lights in the area were broken, and the silence was
only broken by the occasional sound of a stray cat sifting through
a dustbin.
Then
suddenly he heard a strange noise.......
BUMP........
BUMP........
BUMP........
Startled
by this, he turned, and to his amazement, through the driving rain,
he saw the faint outline of a large box turning into his road.
BUMP........
BUMP........
BUMP........
He
froze to the spot, he couldn't believe his eyes, as the box approached
from the shadows, he was able to make out its shape more clearly....It
was a coffin.
Not
wanting anything to do with this, he put his head down and started
walking briskly home.
BUMP........
BUMP........
BUMP........
He could feel the coffin gaining on him, he started walking faster.........
BUMP........BUMP.......
BUMP........BUMP.......
BUMP........BUMP........
The coffin was closing with his every step, he started to jog, But
he heard the coffin speed up after him......
BUMP........BUMP...BUMP...
BUMP........BUMP...BUMP...
BUMP........BUMP...BUMP...
He started to sprint, but so did the coffin .......
BUMP...BUMP...BUMP...BUMP.....
BUMP...BUMP...BUMP...BUMP.....
BUMP...BUMP...BUMP...BUMP.....
Eventually he made it to his front door, but he knew the coffin
was only seconds behind. Fumbling around in his pocket, he pulled
out his keys, His hand trembling, he managed to open the lock, he
dived inside slamming the front door behind him. He shot into his
front room, and
slumped into his comfy chair. Suddenly there was a loud crash, as
the coffin smashed its way through the front door. The force of
the impact
broke the lock off the coffin allowing the lid to swing freely on
its rusty hinges as it continued its chase.....
BUMP...SCREACH...BUMP...SCREACH...
BUMP...SCREACH...BUMP...SCREACH...
BUMP...SCREACH...BUMP...SCREACH...
BUMP...SCREACH...BUMP...SCREACH...
In horror the young lad fled again, as fast as his shaking legs
could take him he bolted upstairs to the bathroom and locked the
door........
BUMP...SCREACH...HOP...BUMP...SCREACH...HOP...
BUMP...SCREACH...HOP...BUMP...SCREACH...HOP...
BUMP...SCREACH...HOP...BUMP...SCREACH...HOP...
The coffin again gave chase up the stairs, across the landing and
launched itself at the bathroom door. With an almighty smash, the
bathroom door flew off its hinges.....
The
coffin stood in the doorway, then started to approach the young
terrified lad.
BUMP...SCREACH...BUMP...SCREACH...
BUMP...SCREACH...BUMP...SCREACH...
BUMP...SCREACH...BUMP...SCREACH...
In a last ditch attempt to save his skin, he reached for his bathroom
cabinet......
He
grabbed a bar of Imperial Leather soap and threw it at the coffin.......still
it came ........
BUMP...SCREACH...BUMP...SCREACH...
He grabbed his tube of Speedstick deodorant and threw it ........still
it came......
BUMP...SCREACH...BUMP...SCREACH...
He grabbed his first aid kit and threw it ......still it came......
BUMP...SCREACH...BUMP...SCREACH...
He grabbed some Benadryl cough mixture and threw it........
the coffin stopped.
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