A man was walking home alone
One rainy, windy night, a man was walking home alone, down a dark, deserted street that ran right by the local cemetery.
As he passed the gates, he heard a bump in the darkness behind him.
Not daring to look back, he quickened his pace. But, the bumping noise continued behind him.
He stopped and turned to see what it was. Coming down the road behind him was a coffin, standing on end, bumping from side to side –
The man, terrified for his life, turned and started running. Behind him, the coffin came faster
Ahead of him, there was a branch that had fallen from a tree.
He reached down and grabbed it as he ran by. Still running, he turned and threw it over his shoulder at the coffin –
but it just splintered when it hit the coffin and the coffin continued coming faster
The man turned the corner onto his street and ran through his front gate, the coffin right behind him.
His splitting axe was resting against his woodpile so he snagged it, turned, and gave a mighty two-handed throw sending it end over end right at the coffin.
The axe shattered on the unnaturally strong wood of the coffin and it continued after him.
The man dashed in his house, but the coffin crashed through the front door.
The man ran upstairs and grabbed his shotgun off the wall display.
He blasted the coffin with both barrels, but the shot bounced harmlessly off the coffin as it continued up the stairs
The man, desperate and scared to death, jumped into the bathroom and locked the door – knowing it would do no good.
The coffin Banged against the door, once …, twice …, and on the third time, the door exploded and the coffin came forward.
In desperation the man reached out his hand and grabbed whatever he could.
All that was there was a bottle of cough syrup so he threw it at the coffin.
The bottle shattered, cough syrup covered the coffin from top to bottom
and the coffin stopped…