Subject: the casket | | | | A man was walking home alone late one foggy night, | | when behind him he hears: | | | | BUMP... | | | | | BUMP... | | | | | BUMP... | | | | | | Walking faster, he looks back and through the fog he makes out the | image of an upright casket banging its way down the middle of the street | toward him. | | | | | BUMP... | | | | | | BUMP... | | | | | | BUMP... | | | | | | | Terrified, the man begins to run toward his home, the casket bouncing | quickly behind him | | | | | | FASTER... | | | | | | FASTER... | | | | | | | BUMP... | | | | | | | | BUMP... | | | | | | | BUMP... | | | | | | He runs up to his door, fumbles with his keys, opens the door, rushes | in, slams and locks the door behind him. | | | | | | | | | However, the casket crashes through his door, with the lid of the | casket clapping | | | | | | | | | | | clappity-BUMP... | | | | | | | clappity-BUMP... | | | | | | | clappity-BUMP... | | | | | | on his heels, the terrified man runs. | | | | | | Rushing upstairs to the bathroom, the man locks himself in. His heart | is pounding; his head is reeling; his breath is coming in sobbing gasps. | | | | With a loud CRASH the casket breaks down the door. | | Bumping and clapping toward him. | | | | | | The man screams and reaches for something, anything, | but all he can find is a bottle of cough syrup! | | | | | | | | | | Desperate, he throws the cough syrup at the casket... | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | and, | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | (hopefully you're really ready for this!!!) | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | The coffin stops! | | | |
Just was waiting for the first Trick or Treater to ring the doorbell.....
Butterfly