Once there was a man and they dared him to sleep all night in a haunted house. "all right", he said. he wasn't scared of anything he'd sleep there. no such thing as ghosts, anyway. So he went into the house and looked around. everything looked all right. so he went upstairs. everything looked all right. so he went to bed.he lay there in bed a while and listened. he didn't hear anything. so he went to sleep. it was a warm night, so he had no covers but a sheet. the man slept a while, and then suddenly he woke up. he listened. he didn't hear anything. The moon was shining bright through the open window. so very carefully- very quietly-he looked around. and he saw, down at the foot of the bed, two shiny eyes staring right at him. they looked something like this: they didn't even blink. was that a head- a face? the man thought he would make out the top of the crooked head.He was scared. he didn't dare move. but softly, he slid up under the pillow and pulled out the revolver he'd brought with him. he aimed at the thing, right between the eyes. he was so scared though, that his hand trembled and wiggled and shook and.....
(the poor scared fool shot off his own big toe)
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