In honor of Friday, November 13th, 2009, I whipped up a little vignette. Here is Little Billy, who has mysteriously found a hatch in the attic of his 200-year-old house. You can guess what happens next.
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Little Billy has found the hatch in the attic. In vain curiosity, he reaches slowly for the metallic doorknob, ignoring the huge spider watching him, unblinking.
Well, he has the doorknob. Slowly pulling the heavy door open, a whiff of decay escapes from the airtight room. What lies within?
"YAAAAAAH!" Little Billy screams. A skeleton, completely clean of all trace of skin and muscles, lays grinning against the unsealed room's wall, slouching like it has for 200 years.
Oh no! This skeleton is no ordinary skeleton! It slowly rises from its sleep.
Little Billy frantically is trying to find an escape route, but to no success. The door has slowly come back into position, leaving him trapped with the living dead. What will happen now?