> 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 casket banging its way down the middle of the street toward him.
>
> BUMP...
>
> BUMP...
>
> BUMP...
>
> Terrified, the man begins to run toward his home, the casket 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 casket crashes through his door,
> with the lid of the casket clapping.
>
> clappity-BUMP...
>
> clappity-BUMP...
>
> clappity-BUMP...
>
> On his heels, as the terrified man runs.
>
> Rushing upstairs to the bathroom, he locks himself in. His heart is
> pounding;
> his head is reeling; his breath is coming in sobbing gasps.
>
> With a loud CRASH the casket breaks down the door.
>
> Bumping and clapping toward him.
>
> The man screams and reaches for something, anything, but all he can find is
> a
> bottle of cough syrup! Desperate, he throws the cough syrup at the casket...
>
> and . . .
>
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>
>
>
>
>
>
>
> . . . the coffin stops.
>