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> Late one Saturday night; a young chap was walking home from a club. It
> was a cold, wet, windy evening, and he was tired and freezing. Most of the
> streetlights in the area were broken, and the silence was only broken by
> the occasional sound of a stray cat sifting through a dustbin. Then
> suddenly he heard a strange noise.......
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> Startled by this, he turned, and to his amazement, through the driving
> rain, he saw the faint outline of a large box turning the corner.
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> He froze to the spot, he couldn't believe his eyes, as the box approached
> from the shadows, he was able to make out its shape more clearly....It
> was a coffin. Not wanting anything to do with this, he put his head down and
> started walking briskly home.
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> He could feel the coffin gaining on him, he started walking
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> The coffin was closing with his every step, he started to jog, but he
> heard the coffin speed up after him......
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> He started to sprint, but so did the coffin ......
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> Eventually he made it to his front door, but he knew the coffin was only
> seconds behind. Fumbling around in his pocket, he pulled out his keys,
> his hand trembling, he managed to open the lock, he dived inside slamming the
> front door behind him. He shot into his front room, and slumped into his
> comfy chair......
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> Suddenly there was a loud crash, as the coffin smashed its way through
> the front door. The force of the impact broke the lock off the coffin
> allowing the lid to swing freely on its rusty hinges as it continued its
> chase....
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> In horror the young lad fled again, as fast as his shaking legs could
> take him he bolted upstairs to the bathroom and locked the door........
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> The coffin gave chase up the stairs, across the landing and launched
> itself at the bathroom door. With an almighty smash, the bathroom door
> flew off its hinges. The coffin stood in the doorway, then started to
> approach the young terrified lad.....
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> In a last ditch attempt to save his skin, he reached into his bathroom
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> He grabbed a bar of Imperial Leather soap and threw it at the
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> still it came ........
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> He grabbed his can of Lynx deodorant and threw it ........
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> He grabbed his Boots first aid kit and threw it .....
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― captain black, Thursday, 1 July 2004 18:10 (nineteen years ago) link
six years pass...