A man is walking home alone late one foggy night, when behind him he hears…rattle-BUMP-scrape... rattle-BUMP-scrape...rattle-BUMP-scrape…
He looks back through the fog and he makes out the image of an upright casket banging down the middle of the street toward him…rattle-BUMP-scrape...rattle-BUMP-scrape... rattle-BUMP-scrape…
Terrified, the man begins to run toward his home. The casket is bouncing quickly behind him... FASTER...FASTER... rattle-BUMP-scrape...rattle-BUMP-scrape...rattle-BUMP-scrape…
He runs up to his door and fumbles with his keys. The casket is right on his heels, the lid rattling and thumping. The man tears the door open, rushes in, slams and locks the door behind him and races upstairs. The casket crashes through the front door and starts up the stairs…rattle-BUMP-scrape...rattle-BUMP-scrape...rattle-BUMP-scrape…
The terrified man runs into his bathroom and slams the door, but just then the casket smashes down the bathroom door.
His heart pounding... his head reeling... his breath coming in sobbing gasps, the man reaches for the first thing at hand—nothing but a bottle of cough syrup! In desperation he throws the cough syrup at the casket…and the coffin stops.
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