- Tue Feb 03, 2009 10:24 pm
#373284
Well, it's more of a ghost story to be honest.
Picture the scene. It's a dark, spooky, moonless night. The wind is howling through the streets, in the distance an owl hoots and a cat screeches.
Jim comes out from the pub, having wished his mates goodbye. He's had a couple of drinks, so he decides to walk home. On the way, he needs to pass the gates of the local cemetery. It was never the friendliest looking place, but even less so tonight. As he passed the gate, he heard a loud bang coming from the darkness inside the gate.
He decided not to look back but quickened his pace.
As he got to the corner of his road, he heard it again, this time louder. BANG. He looked back. Behind him was a coffin, rocking its way towards him. The door was creaking open and closed like the jaws of death. BANG CRASH.
Jim turned white, picked up a brick and threw it at the coffin. BANG BANG CRASH. The brick crumbled. Jim ran for his house, sweat pouring down his forehead. The coffin turned the corner and kept crashing towards him. BANG CRASH CRASH BANG. It was gaining on him and had nearly caught Jim when he reached his gate. Jim's son's baseball bat was lying on the grass, he picked it up and smashed it across the coffin BANG. The bat splintered and the coffin lunged forwards BANG. Jim ran into his house and slammed the door closed but the coffin smashed straight through CRASH!
Jim had no idea what to do. He knew his family were in danger now so he ran upstairs, flinging everything he could find at the coffin behind him. As he climbed, the closet of death was nearly on top of him and Jim knew the only place he would be able to hide would be the bathroom.
He fell through the door and pointlessly slammed the door behind him. CRASH. The coffin ate the door.
Jim was on the ground under the sink, wedged between the sink and the bath. The coffin was towering over him, its door banging menacingly. He started throwing everything he could grab at it but everything just bounced harmlessly off the oak wood finish.
Toothpaste. CRASH!
Mouthwash. BANG!
Veet hair remover. CRASH!
Bubble bath. BANG!
Cough syrup. The bottle shattered. Glass everywhere.
...And the coffin stopped.
*gets coat*