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REDIRECT ALERT! (Scroll down past this mess if you're trying to read an archived post. Thanks. No, really, thanks.)

Due to my inability to control my temper and complacently accept continued silliness with not-quite-as-reliable-as-it-ought-to-be Blogger/Blogspot, your beloved Possumblog will now waddle across the Information Dirt Road and park its prehensile tail at http://possumblog.mu.nu.

This site will remain in place as a backup in case Munuvia gets hit by a bus or something, but I don't think they have as much trouble with this as some places do. ::cough::blogspot::cough:: So click here and adjust your links. I apologize for the inconvenience, but it's one of those things.


Tuesday, October 29, 2002

THE ALL-FIRED AXIS OF WEEVIL SCARY STORY BLOGBURST OF 2002

So far, things seem to be on schedule for visitors to various Weevilite sites to have access to some of the bestest, most frightening spook tales imaginable. Phyllis Jean, who is keeping track of respondents, says we have received agreements to participate from Quana Jones, Janis Gore(y), Lee Ann Morawski, Sue Lizano, Emily Jones, Larry Anderson, and Fred First--who regales us with tales of embalmed kitties, skulls, and skeletons in "The Coffin House."

Speaking of coffins, and odd occurences, My Friend Jeff, who has never read this blog, and does not know of its existence or of the current call for stories from the spirit world, and in fact doesn't even know what a blog is, just this very minute sent me an e-mail with the following true story:
A man was walking home alone late one night when he hears a.......

BUMP...

BUMP...

BUMP ... behind him.



Walking faster he looks back, and makes out the image of an upright coffin banging its way down the middle of the street towards him


BUMP...


BUMP...


BUMP...

Terrified, the man begins to run towards his home, the coffin bouncing quickly behind him...


faster...

faster...



BUMP...


BUMP....


BUMP.


He runs up to his door, fumbles with his keys, opens the door, rushes in, slams and locks the door behind him. . .



However, the coffin crashes through his door, with the lid of the coffin clapping...



clappity-BUMP...



clappity-BUMP...



clappity-BUMP...


clappity-BUMP...



on the heels of the terrified man....


Rushing upstairs to the bathroom, the man locks himself in. His heart is pounding; his head is reeling; his breath is coming in sobbing gasps. . .


With a loud CRASH the coffin starts breaking down the door. Bumping and clapping towards him.


The man screams and reaches for something heavy, anything ... his hand comes to rest on a large bottle of Robitussin.


Desperate, he throws the Robitussin as hard as he can at the apparition.






The coffin stops.


DISCLAIMER: The Axis of Weevil, its agents and assigns, accept no responsibility for any injuries or death caused by fright, shock, or other emotional or physical distress caused by exposure to these stories. Read them at your own risk. Any similarity between the character of "Count Floyd" as played by Joe Flaherty on SCTV and any person associated with the Axis of Weevil is purely coincidental.


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