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Things that go bump in the nightLate last Saturday night, a young chap was walking home from the
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> > 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. Suddenly he heard a strange noise ...
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> > Startled, he turned around. To his amazement, through the driving
> > rain he saw the faint outline of a large box turning into his road.
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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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> > The coffin was gaining on him. He started walking
> > faster.........
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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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> > BUMP... SCREECH .. BUMP... SCREECH...
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> > In horror the young lad fled again, as fast as his shaking legs
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> > Take him. He bolted upstairs to the bathroom and locked the door
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> > BUMP... SCREECH .. HOP... BUMP... SCREECH ... HOP...
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> > 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 ...
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> > The coffin stood in the doorway, then started to approach the young
> > terrified lad.
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> > BUMP... SCREECH .. BUMP... SCREECH...
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> > 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 ........
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> > BUMP... SCREECH .. BUMP... SCREECH...
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> > He grabbed his can of Lynx deodorant and threw it ... still it
> > came......
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> > BUMP... SCREECH .. BUMP... SCREECH...
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> > He grabbed his first aid kit and threw it ... still it came......
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> > BUMP... SCREECH .. BUMP... SCREECH...
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> > He grabbed some Benylin cough mixture and threw it ...
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> > The coffin stopped.
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