Tramp
I was walking down a quiet lane near my house on the way home from my rugby club one night when I spotted what looked like a big pile of rags behind a tree. As I got closer I noticed that it was an old tramp. I thought he had just huddled up and gone to sleep there because he looked, well, still alive. A few days later when I was making the same journey I saw he was still there, in the same position. I prodded him with my foot and he didn't move, but what did happen has scarred me for life. The lapel of his jacket fell open to reveal a large sort-of graze on his cheek and it was full of maggots. Think he must have fallen and smacked his face and then died in his sleep or whatever.

Yummy.

This was the days before mobile phones so I basically sprinted the half mile or so down the lane to where my house was to get my dad. He is an ex-para who has seen lots of dead people so he came up and had a look too. He took one look and recognised the guy as one of the blokes in his platoon/squadron/whatever! Spooky! Got the shock of his life. The bloke wasn't a mate or anything though so he wasn't exactly traumatised but gave the old bloke one hell of a fright.
( Normanator Bad case of trapped wind since, Sat 1 Mar 2008, 11:31, 1 reply)

is the tramp still there?

(Bear Pookie The Frankly Challenged. Halloween is coming to town., Sat 1 Mar 2008, 15:11, closed)