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DoodlebearsLate one Saturday night; a young chap was walking home from a club in Aylesbury.
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.......
BUMP........
BUMP........
BUMP........
Startled by this, he turned, and to his amazement, through the driving rain,
he saw the faint outline of a large box turning into his road.
BUMP........
BUMP........
BUMP........
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.
BUMP.......
BUMP........
BUMP........
He could feel the coffin gaining on him, he started walking Faster.........
BUMP........BUMP......
BUMP........BUMP.. BUMP........BUMP......
The coffin was closing with his every step, he started to jog, but he heard
the coffin speed up after him......
BUMP........BUMP...BUMP...
BUMP........BUMP...BUMP...
He started to sprint, but so did the coffin .
BUMP...BUMP...BUMP...BUMP.
BUMP...BUMP...BUMP...BUMP....
BUMP...BUMP...BUMP...BUMP.
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. 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.....
BUMP...SCREECH...BUMP...SCREECH...
BUMP...SCREECH...BUMP...SCREECH...
BUMP...SCREECH...BUMP...SCREECH...
BUMP...SCREECH...BUMP...SCREECH...
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........
BUMP...SCREECH...HOP..BUMP...SCREECH...HOP...
BUMP...SCREECH...HOP...BUMP...SCREECH...HOP...
BUMP...SCREECH...HOP...BUMP...SCREECH...HOP...
The coffin again 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.
BUMP...SCREECH...BUMP...SCREECH...
BUMP...SCREECH...BUMP.SCREECH...
BUMP...SCREECH...BUMP...SCREECH...
In a last ditch attempt to save his skin, he reached for his bathroom
cabinet......
He grabbed a bar of Imperial Leather soap and threw it at the
coffin.......still it came .......
BUMP...SCREECH...BUMP...SCREECH...
He grabbed his can of Lynx deodorant and threw it .still it came......
BUMP...SCREECH...BUMP.SCREECH...
He grabbed his first aid kit and threw it ......still it came......
BUMP...SCREECH...BUMP...SCREECH...
He grabbed some Benelyn cough mixture and threw it........
The coffin stopped. 
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Sorry about that! :twisted: :twisted: :twisted:
Jane
BEAR ME SHOOTKA
Matilda Huggington-beareAFTER ALL THAT, HE ONLY HAD A COLD HAHAJHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA :clap: :clap:
