Tim Perkins was an average guy with an average life.
One afternoon, he was driving home from the grocery store when he heard an odd sound, like singing, coming from the trunk of his car. When he got home, he continued to hear the noise, which began to give him an uneasy feeling.
Slowly, he moved toward the trunk door and popped it open. To his relief, it was merely the sound of the music-playing card he had bought for his wife, which had accidentally flipped open when he hit a bump.
Then a guy came out from behind a tree and murdered him!
* * *
It was nearly 3 a.m. when Denise Robinson began stumbling home from a particularly rowdy frat party on campus. She knew she had too much to drink, and she wished her friend Paulette hadn’t gone home with Travis instead of walking with her. Alone and frightened, she turned into the alley shortcut she always went through when going from campus to her apartment.
She didn’t notice when the dark figure looked out at her from behind the trash cans. It wasn’t until he was in front of her, grinning with a mouth full of glistening, sharp teeth like knives, that she saw him and screamed.
“Hello, Denise,” the man said. “I’ve been watching you.”
Her lungs began to seize up. She was trapped.
“It’s…it’s me, Antoine. From your applied psych class. You didn’t recognize me? Sorry to startle you. You need some help getting home?”
So Antoine walked Denise to her apartment, which they were shocked to discover was haunted by horrible ghosts!
* * *
Simone Clemons had always been afraid of heights. And today just happened to be the day she was starting her new job on the 79th floor. She didn’t know if she wanted this promotion, from the basement all the way up to that office so far up in the sky.
She stepped onto the elevator slowly and anxiously, unsure of the machine’s ability to even transport her to that altitude, so high above the safety of solid ground. As the elevator doors slid shut, leaving her in the tiny space alone, she stared at the panel of buttons, confused to find that no 79th floor was listed. The buttons stopped at 78. Unsure of what to do, she tried to push the “Door Open” button. But the doors didn’t open. The elevator started moving up, quickly. Seemingly too fast.
The digital display flashed floor 20. Floor 30. 40. 50. 60. Now 70. 75. 78. And then…79. Ding.
The elevator door opened…to nothing. Only a view of a devastating drop to the pavement below. Simone gripped the side walls of the elevator, praying for someone, anyone to take her out of this moment.
And then the doors closed. The elevator returned to floor one. The doors re-opened and Simone saw a small man in coveralls holding an “Out of Order” sign.
“Whoa! Sorry, lady!” the maintenance man said. “We’re still working on this elevator! Right now it goes up to the glass observation deck! Bet that trip really gave you a start!”
And then zombies attacked and ate their brains!
* * *
Pete Wexler didn’t want to go to his uncle’s funeral. Dead bodies creeped him out, he never really knew his Uncle Tony and he hated making small talk.
But his mom had begged him to go, and he couldn’t say no to her.
He probably should have, though, because on the way there, he got rear-ended and took on some pretty nasty whiplash!