The Casket

Subject: the casket
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| A man was walking home alone late one foggy night, |
| when behind him he hears:
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| BUMP...
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| BUMP...
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| BUMP...
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| 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.
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| BUMP...
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| BUMP...
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| Terrified, the man begins to run toward his home, the casket
bouncing
| quickly behind him
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| FASTER...
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| FASTER...
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| BUMP...
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| BUMP...
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| He runs up to his door, fumbles with his keys, opens the door,
rushes
| in, slams and locks the door behind him.
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| However, the casket crashes through his door, with the lid of the
| casket clapping
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| clappity-BUMP...
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| clappity-BUMP...
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| clappity-BUMP...
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| on his heels, the terrified man runs.
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| 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.
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| With a loud CRASH the casket breaks down the door.
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| Bumping and clapping toward him.
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| The man screams and reaches for something, anything,
| but all he can find is a bottle of cough syrup!
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| Desperate, he throws the cough syrup at the casket...
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| and,
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| (hopefully you're really ready for this!!!)
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| The coffin stops!
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Just was waiting for the first Trick or Treater to ring the doorbell.....

Butterfly

Ah, thanks, B'fly. I was just sooo hoping I could count on you. Polly

"Butterflywings" wrote 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...
|
|
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|
|
|
| Terrified, the man begins to run toward his home, the casket
bouncing
| quickly behind him
|
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|
| FASTER...
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| FASTER...
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| BUMP...
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| BUMP...
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| BUMP...
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|
| He runs up to his door, fumbles with his keys, opens the door,
rushes
| in, slams and locks the door behind him.
|
|
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|
|
|
|
|
| However, the casket crashes through his door, with the lid of the
| casket clapping
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|
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| clappity-BUMP...
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| clappity-BUMP...
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| clappity-BUMP...
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| 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.
|
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|
| With a loud CRASH the casket breaks down the door.
|
| Bumping and clapping toward him.
|
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|
|
| The man screams and reaches for something, anything,
| but all he can find is a bottle of cough syrup!
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| Desperate, he throws the cough syrup at the casket...
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| and,
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|
| (hopefully you're really ready for this!!!)
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| The coffin stops!
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Just was waiting for the first Trick or Treater to ring the doorbell.....

Butterfly