This is a stoy my father told me recently. It's humor is, well ... a
father's humor is the only way I know to describe it. I don't recall if he
ever told this one when I was younger, but it's of the same caliber. Of
course back then when he started, we were fully expecting a true horror
story and played right into it. I suppose that's the entertainment parents
get from the whole bedtime-story deal.
-david
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A man was walking home alone late one night when he hears
a.......
BUMP...
BUMP...
BUMP... behind him.
Walking faster he looks back,
and makes out the image of an upright
coffin banging its way down the middle of the street towards
him
BUMP...
BUMP...
BUMP...
Terrified, the man begins to run towards
his home, the coffin 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 coffin crashes through his
door, with the lid of the coffin clapping ...
clappity-BUMP...
clappity-BUMP...
clappity-BUMP...
clappity-BUMP...
on the heels of the terrified man.... .
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 coffin starts breaking down the door.
Bumping and clapping towards him.
The man screams and reaches for
something heavy, anything ...
his hand comes to rest on a large bottle of Robitussin.
desperate, he throws the Robitussin as
hard as he can at the apparition.......and
....the coffin stops