A young man was walking home one night. The street was pitch black. As he passed the gates of a small cemetery, he felt as if he was being followed. Suddenly, he heard a bump behind him. Afraid to look back, he increased his pace.
Bump, bump, bump.
The bumping behind him continued, getting closer and louder. Finally, unable to ignore the bump any longer, he turned around. Terror stricken, he saw a coffin standing on end, bumping down the road from side to side – Bump, Bump, Bump, Bump . . .
He started running for his life, but the coffin only kept on coming, increasing its pace to match his.
BUMP, BUMP, BUMP.
As the man became tired from running, the coffin began to get closer. The man grabbed a large metal trash can as he ran by and threw it at the coffin. Unfazed, the coffin kept coming, getting closer and closer.
BUMP, BUMP, BUMP.
He finally arrived home. As he ran into his yard, he noticed the axe resting against the side of the house next to the woodpile. He grabbed it up and hurled it at the coffin, but it simply bounced off. The coffin followed the man up unto the porch and crashed down the front door the man had closed and locked behind him.
BUMP, BUMP, BUMP.
He ran upstairs and grabbed his pistol from where it hung on the wall, firing at the coffin as it came through the doorway. Still, the now partially shattered coffin continued towards him.
BUMP, BUMP, BUMP.
In a panic, the man ran into the bathroom, closed the door, and backed as far as he could. He knew the coffin would simply break down the door. However, the man wasn’t going to give up. Grabbing a bottle of cough syrup, he hurled it at the coffin. The bottle shattered, covering the coffin with cough syrup.
And the coffin stopped.
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