Dad-in-Law and The Curse of the Skull of DOOM
Back in the 50s when my dad-in-law was a kid, he went down to an old church with his brother to see what they could find.

They managed to break into the crypt, and went home that evening with some poor, dead person's skull in his bike's saddlebags, which he hid under his bed.

After a week of dreadful nightmares in which a headless corpse came to get him on a nightly basis, he finally caved in and told his mum what he had done. Quite naturally, she threw an enormous barney, and told him to get rid of the thing PDQ.

Too scared to cart it back to its rightful resting place in the crypt, he did what any terrified ten-year-old would do. He buried it in the garden.

Time passed, the nightmares ceased, and the family moved house to a larger place just up the road. The episode of The Cursed Skull of DOOM remained forgotten as one of those things That We No Longer Talk Of. Right up to the moment that the new tennants of the house decided to do a spot of gardening...
( Scaryduck LIKES EGG, Wed 12 Nov 2008, 12:33, 3 replies)

arrrgh!
my dad too!
i got a huge bolocking because i brought home a rib from a churchyeard during a goth phase.
"it isnt worth it son"
(jordanchaos isn’t just any PeaRoast, this is a M&S PeaRoast, Wed 12 Nov 2008, 12:37, closed)

"Too right Dad"
"...hardly any meat on it at all"
( Scaryduck LIKES EGG, Wed 12 Nov 2008, 12:39, closed)

Years from now
after we're all long gone, someone will find that and have their garden dug up for a murder investigation.

Hope so - by then there will be no fun allowed at all in the UK. It'll give the sorry sods a bit of excitement.
(dchurch bah, Wed 12 Nov 2008, 16:43, closed)