And So...
'Bang bang went the gavel, I had one the auction for the mystery prize.
I marched into the back of the church and demanded my winnings!
It was then that I caught glances with a man I had never met before and to this day the very thought of his twisted and eerie face chills me to the very core.
For a man of his size he seemed to be cast in an eternal shadow, this old building was lit from above with cheap strip lighting but somehow this ghost of a man avoided the faded yellow glow from up high and remained dark and secluded.
I saw what I thought was a toothy grin as he handed over the box containing the cursed 'jade ramhetep' (the heirloom claw hand).
The hand itself was meager, almost nonchalant, there was nothing that stood it out from other hands from its era and there was nowhere to draw similarities between this one and any of the others.
With an awful 'crack' my paunchy gusset snapped and my hefty legs sprung back like the recoil of a gun. I am misshapen now, both my arms are growing in length and my head is shaking up and down as I spew more of the sacred faces from my blubbery mouth.
I gurgle with this and spit a lump of excrement onto the concrete floor in front of me, it contains some teeth, which I am startled at but not disgusted by....'
And so went the last words of Tommy Cooper. He clutched his heart, fell to his knees and quietly passed on.
The audience shouted for an encore and were disappointed to leave, for they had no idea what had happened on that fateful evening in Her Majesty's Theater.

THE END
(JinDod, Wed 10 Aug 2005, 13:34, Reply)