Batpuff
10-27-2006, 11:46 PM
A man is walking home alone late one foggy Halloween 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 coffin banging its way down the middle of the street toward him. It seems to be coming closer to him as it makes the sound…
“BUMP...”
“BUMP...”
“BUMP...”
Terrified, the man begins to run toward his home, the coffin bouncing quickly behind him…
FASTER...
FASTER...
“BUMP...”
“BUMP...”
“BUMP...”
The man runs up to his front door, fumbles with his keys, opens the door, rushes in, slams and locks the door behind him. Inside, the man begins to breath again… shaking, trembling…
…Suddenly, the coffin crashes through the man’s door, with the lid of the coffin clapping…
“clappity-BUMP...”
“clappity-BUMP...”
“clappity-BUMP...”
…Screaming, the terrified man runs up the steps to the second floor of the house. He can hear the coffin bumping up the stairs behind him, on his heels…
“thumpity-BUMP...”
“thumpity-BUMP...”
“thumpity-BUMP...”
Rushing into the upstairs bathroom, the man slams the door and locks himself in. His heart is pounding; his head is reeling; his breath is coming in sobbing gasps.
…
With a loud CRASH! the coffin breaks down the door….
…. Bumping and clapping toward him.
“clappity-BUMP...”
“clappity-BUMP...”
“clappity-BUMP...”
The man screams and reaches for something, anything, but all he grabs is a bottle of cough syrup!
Desperate, he throws the bottle at the coffin...
and…
…
…
…
…
The coffin stops.
“BUMP...”
“BUMP...”
“BUMP...”
Walking faster, he looks back and through the fog he makes out the image of an upright coffin banging its way down the middle of the street toward him. It seems to be coming closer to him as it makes the sound…
“BUMP...”
“BUMP...”
“BUMP...”
Terrified, the man begins to run toward his home, the coffin bouncing quickly behind him…
FASTER...
FASTER...
“BUMP...”
“BUMP...”
“BUMP...”
The man runs up to his front door, fumbles with his keys, opens the door, rushes in, slams and locks the door behind him. Inside, the man begins to breath again… shaking, trembling…
…Suddenly, the coffin crashes through the man’s door, with the lid of the coffin clapping…
“clappity-BUMP...”
“clappity-BUMP...”
“clappity-BUMP...”
…Screaming, the terrified man runs up the steps to the second floor of the house. He can hear the coffin bumping up the stairs behind him, on his heels…
“thumpity-BUMP...”
“thumpity-BUMP...”
“thumpity-BUMP...”
Rushing into the upstairs bathroom, the man slams the door and locks himself in. His heart is pounding; his head is reeling; his breath is coming in sobbing gasps.
…
With a loud CRASH! the coffin breaks down the door….
…. Bumping and clapping toward him.
“clappity-BUMP...”
“clappity-BUMP...”
“clappity-BUMP...”
The man screams and reaches for something, anything, but all he grabs is a bottle of cough syrup!
Desperate, he throws the bottle at the coffin...
and…
…
…
…
…
The coffin stops.