It was Halloween, and three youngsters were daring each other to do crazy stunts. An older kid overheard what they were doing and decided to give them a tough challenge. He told them about a Mikel Nickerson who recently passed away. He was a guard at a mental asylum and was bitten by one of the patients. Apparently the bite festered and he died of a nasty infection. The body was at a local funeral home and he dared the kids to go and open the coffin and for each of them to leave a piece of candy.
Instantly, the kids said that’s not scary we can do it. As they started to leave, the older kid gave one warning. The patient who bit him believes he’s a vampire. The kids blew him off, but as they walked over to the funeral home that evening the fog started to roll in and their minds began to play tricks with them.
They arrived at the funeral home, was able to get in through a back door and work their way over to where the coffins where. They realized that there was more than one coffin, they didn’t want to open all of them. They searched around the room and realized that most of the coffins were marked. Soon they found the coffin of Mikel Nickerson and pulled out their pieces of candy. One of the kids tried to open the coffin, but it was too heavy. He asked for help, but even with all three working at it, they couldn’t get the coffin open. One of them banged on the coffin in frustration. Suddenly as if in response a bang came from within the coffin.
The kids jumped back in fear, looked at each other and waited. After a moment nothing, ten more seconds nothing. They began to relax when the coffin began shaking and rocking. One kid bolted in fear and ran out of the building. The other two were still in shock, looking at the moving coffin. The coffin stood itself upright and began rocking itself towards the two kids. They shook themselves and ran haphazardly at their friend who was already outside hiding behind a tree.
The three of them hid behind the tree staring at the funeral home door, waiting in the fog and catching their breath. They began to hear something from the funeral home: clack, clack, clack. They looked at each other in fear and then back to the door. It was pitch black, they couldn’t see anything, but they could hear the clacking echoing in the fog. From out of the shadows they saw something move; they hesitated, could it be? Clack, clack, clack.
The coffin was standing upright in the doorway. The kids yelled and ran down the street as fast as they could, the clacking noise keeping pace behind them the whole way. They ran on pure adrenaline not caring where they went as long as it was away from the coffin. The noise began to fade. They stopped to get their bearings and realized that they were lost. Nothing was recognizable in the fog. It looked like they were in a new housing development, just the skeletons of houses all around them. They sat on a street corner trying to catch their breath, not one of them saying a word.
Clack, clack, clack. The sound reappeared. They couldn’t tell where it came from. The fog was playing with the sound. The coffin could have been anywhere. Clack, clack, clack. The looked in all directions but couldn’t see anything. One of the kids pointed at a home that was mostly built. Maybe they could hide there. Clack, clack, clack. Slowly and quietly they made their way to the home. Clack, clack, clack. As they approached the entrance, they looked around one last time to make sure they weren’t being seen. Then darted into the home. Clack, clack, clack. Clack, clack, CLACK.
The boys looked out the window. It was like a different world out there in the fog. Bits of the world would reappear only to become hidden once again. It seemed like an eternity had passed without hearing the coffin. The boys relaxed and sat under the windowsill. They began to take stock of their surroundings. In addition to the main entrance, there was a stairwell going up and an entrance to another room.
One of the boys closed his eyes and clasped his hands in a shaky attempt at prayer. The other two followed suit. Reciting whatever prayers they had from church or the TV. CLACK!! The noise jolted them upright and from the other room they saw the coffin waiting for the boys. In a panic they tried to scramble out the front entrance only to realize that somehow it had become blocked. Their only path was up the stairs, and they scrambled in a mad dash toward the upper floor.
The upstairs wasn’t finished; there were straight drops down to the ground, but it was too far for the kids. They were stuck at the end of the stairs with nowhere to go. CLACK, CLACK, CLACK. It was coming for them. CLACK, CLACK, CLACK. They could see it coming up the stairs now. CLACK, CLACK, CLACK. Halfway up the stairs, the boys were terrified. CLACK, CLACK, CLACK.
The coffin was in front of them at the top of the stairs, slowly it made its way towards the boys. “Wait!!”, one of the boys exclaimed. “I know what to do!”. He reached into his coat pocket, pulled something out, and pointed it at the coffin. It stopped dead in its tracks. He kept his item in front of him as he waved his two friends by. They made it out the house, and the coffin never followed them as they ran the rest of the way home.
The next morning, the kids got together and they asked the one boy what he did to help them get free. He reached into his coat once again and brought it out. “Luden’s!”, he said with a smile on his face. “It stops the coffin.”
And you thought it was going to be a Michael Jackson joke. Shame on you.