Elenna
28-Oct-08, 19:37
With Hallowe'en approaching, I thought there might be a few Orgers wanting to share a story or two..... :rolleyes:
(cues eerie music and clears throat before beginning)
Perhaps some you have heard this tale, perhaps not. In the spirit of the season here is a story with an unexpected, albeit macabre, twist. Please be warned that this is not for the faint of heart or spirit. You have been warned...
A man is walking home alone late one foggy Halloween night. He is thinking about nothing of much importance when suddenly he hears.. . .
BUMP. . .
BUMP. . .
BUMP. . .
He picks up his pace, walking faster. He chances a look over his shoulder and through the fog makes out the shape of an upright casket, banging it way down the middle of the street, straight towards him.
BUMP. . .
BUMP. . .
BUMP. . .
Terrified, the man runs toward his house, the casket bouncing quickly behind him.
FASTER, he runs.
FASTER. . .
BUMP. . .
BUMP. . .
BUMP. . .
He reaches his front door, fumbles with the keys, opens the door, and stumbles in, shutting and locking the door behind him. His relief is short-lived for the casket crashes through the door, the casket lid clapping in a hideous rhythm.
CLAPPITY-BUMP. . .
CLAPPITY-BUMP. . .
CLAPPITY-BUMP. . .
With the casket at his heels the terrified man runs for the stairs.
He rushes up toward the imagined safety of the bathroom and locks himself in. He leans against the far wall, heart pounding, head reeling, breath coming in sobbing gasps.
With a loud CRASH! the casket splinters the door and comes through, CLAPPITY-BUMPing, CLAPPITY-BUMPing toward the man.
The man screams and reaches for something, anything. His hand wraps around a bottle. He brings it toward his face and sees that it's a bottle of cough linctus. With desperation he throws it at the casket. . .
and . . .
(YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!)
THE COFFIN STOPS!!!
(cues eerie music and clears throat before beginning)
Perhaps some you have heard this tale, perhaps not. In the spirit of the season here is a story with an unexpected, albeit macabre, twist. Please be warned that this is not for the faint of heart or spirit. You have been warned...
A man is walking home alone late one foggy Halloween night. He is thinking about nothing of much importance when suddenly he hears.. . .
BUMP. . .
BUMP. . .
BUMP. . .
He picks up his pace, walking faster. He chances a look over his shoulder and through the fog makes out the shape of an upright casket, banging it way down the middle of the street, straight towards him.
BUMP. . .
BUMP. . .
BUMP. . .
Terrified, the man runs toward his house, the casket bouncing quickly behind him.
FASTER, he runs.
FASTER. . .
BUMP. . .
BUMP. . .
BUMP. . .
He reaches his front door, fumbles with the keys, opens the door, and stumbles in, shutting and locking the door behind him. His relief is short-lived for the casket crashes through the door, the casket lid clapping in a hideous rhythm.
CLAPPITY-BUMP. . .
CLAPPITY-BUMP. . .
CLAPPITY-BUMP. . .
With the casket at his heels the terrified man runs for the stairs.
He rushes up toward the imagined safety of the bathroom and locks himself in. He leans against the far wall, heart pounding, head reeling, breath coming in sobbing gasps.
With a loud CRASH! the casket splinters the door and comes through, CLAPPITY-BUMPing, CLAPPITY-BUMPing toward the man.
The man screams and reaches for something, anything. His hand wraps around a bottle. He brings it toward his face and sees that it's a bottle of cough linctus. With desperation he throws it at the casket. . .
and . . .
(YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!)
THE COFFIN STOPS!!!