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#16 - slunchy (11/18/2013) [-]
One day after school, I was walking down the street. I usually pass by the market on the way home, but this time I decided to take the long way home. As I rounded the corner by the church, I came across the graveyard. It was I nice, cool day, and I thought to myself how nice it would be to spend the afternoon here. All of a sudden, I heard a tremendous creaking noise, and what sounded like dirt being thrown about. I whipped around and saw, one of the coffins had started to emerge from the ground! And it was coming right for me!

I was scared witless, and just ran as fast as I can. I ran past the church, past the park, and past the gas station, and the coffin was right behind me. I ran and I ran until I thought I would collapse, but I somehow kept running. Finally, I saw my house down the street, and the old, decrepit coffin was on my tail. I sprinted towards home, and I threw the door open and slammed it shut after me. No use, the coffin tore through the front door, and continued to chase me. I ran to the bathroom, heart racing, and opened the medicine cabinet. I grabbed the bottle of Tylenol and threw it at my attacker.

The coffin stopped.
#42 to #16 - cosmicapprentice (11/18/2013) [-]
Sometimes I feel like I don't deserve to be on the internet.
User avatar #43 to #42 - slunchy (11/18/2013) [-]
Since I threw Tylenol at the coffin, the coffin(or coughing) stopped. It's a play on words.
User avatar #45 to #43 - cosmicapprentice (11/18/2013) [-]
No I get it, thank you for the explanation.
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