[Last of our week of painfully pun-fully =
stories]
It’s nearly Halloween and a fellow is =
walking home from work, really late, in the pitch black of night. There =
isn’t another soul on the street. Suddenly, from out of the gloom, comes =
an ominous bump…bump…bump.
He looks behind him and spots a furtive, =
shadowy thing coming down the street after him. Unnerved, he picks up =
his pace, finally breaking into a panicked run. He looks behind him =
again, and the shadow is closer. Bump…bump…bump. =
The glow of a streetlight illuminates the =
shadow momentarily, and, to the man’s horror, it is a COFFIN bumping =
down the sidewalk. He quickens his pace, running as fast as he can go, =
but the coffin only pursues more quickly. BUMP…BUMP…BUMP! =
He reaches his house, fumbles frantically for =
his keys, and slips in the door just as the coffin reaches his front =
steps. He slams the door and leans against it, catching his breath. =
Bump…bump…bump.
There is a moment’s silence, and the man =
wonders if he dares to breathe. Suddenly…. =
Bump…bump…bump…Bump…BUMP! BUMP! BUMPBUMPBUMPCRAAAAASH!!!! =
He rebounds away as the door breaks off its =
hinges. Scrambling to his feet, he charges up the stairs, and the coffin =
races after. BUMP! BUMP! BUMP! BUMP!
Terrified, he backs into a corner and starts =
throwing everything within reach at the coffin — a handful of papers, a =
vase, a box of crackers, a lamp — but the coffin keeps coming! BUMP =
BUMP BUMP BUMP BUMP
It is inches from his face and nothing seems =
to slow it down! His hands fall upon a bottle of cough syrup, and he =
throws that at the coffin, too!
The coffin stops.
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Dr Bob Griffin =
[email protected] www.grif.net =
"Jesus Knows Me, This I =
Love!"