> A woman was walking home alone one night when she
> heard a BUMP...BUMP...BUMP... behind her.
>
> Walking faster, she looked back, making out an image
> of an upright coffin banging its way down the middle of
> the street towards her!  She screamed and turned to flee!
>
> BUMP!...BUMP!...BUMP!...
>
> The woman ran towards her home, and the coffin bounced
> rapidly after her...
>
> ...gaining on her...
>
> ...faster...faster...
>
> BUMP!... BUMP! ...BUMP!
>
> She ran up to her door, fumbling with her keys...
>
> BUMP!... BUMP! ...BUMP!...
>
> Frantically, she finally got the door open, rushed
> in, and slammed the door behind her.
>
> However, the coffin crashed through her door, lid
> flapping, the smell of rotting flesh overpowering her
> ability to think!
>
> ...BUMP!...BUMP!...BUMP!...
>
> The woman stumbled upstairs, crying in fright, and
> managed to lock herself into the bathroom.  She leaned
> on the door, sobbing and shaking, as she
> heard the coffin coming up the stairs.
>
> BUMP!... BUMP! ...BUMP!...
>
> It came closer and closer...and then the noise
> stopped.
>
> Chest hitching, barely able to breath, she moved up
> against the sink, staring at the door in horror.
>
> CRASH!!!
> The hideously decomposing coffin shattered the door!
>
> The poor woman shrieked in terror, pressing herself
> against the sink, feeling her legs grow weak.  Her hands
> scrabbled around the sink behind her, reaching for something,
> anything!
>
> The coffin slowly continued to move towards her, the
> lid slowly creaking open.
>
> Her right hand grasped an object and unthinkingly,
> automatically, she threw it at the coffin.  It was a box
> of cough drops.  Naturally, the coffin stopped.