THE TRUMPET PLAYER

At dawn, back in 1949, in the countryside of Mississippi, a little boy was asleep in a bed, in a bedroom, downstairs, in a farmhouse. He awoke in the sunlight shining through his bedroom-window and suddenly heard the sound of a trumpet being played, somewhere outside. He ran outside in the large field in the sunlight, to the place where he heard the trumpet being played at.

The sound of the trumpet stopped and a grave robber came rushing to the grave. The boy got scared and hid behind the tombstone, crouching down. The grave robber dug a hole into the grave with a shovel, until he reached the coffin.

He pried open the coffin-lid with a crowbar and found a skeleton, in a brown suit and black tie, with green, rotted-flesh on its skull. The grave robber found a golden trumpet in the corpses boney-hand and jerked the instrument out of its skeletal-clutches. He hopped up, out of the grave-hole, but the corpses boney-hand reached up, out of the hole and gripped his neck. The zombie climbed out of its grave and the grave robber was spun quickly around by it. He saw the zombie and screamed out loud. The boy looked and saw it, as his eyes widened. "I WANT MY TRUMPET!!!!!" the corpse proclaimed in a distorted-voice, shouting at the screaming grave robber. The skeleton yanked its gold trumpet away from the grave robber and blew it. Green slime spewed out of the instrument, splattering the grave robber right in the face, burning his face and killing him. The zombie sat playing, "Oh When The Saints Go Marching In" on his golden trumpet. He stopped playing, put his trumpet down and turned his skull grinning at the little boy with an eerie, grinning-face. The boy screamed and ran all the way back into his farmhouse. The trumpet player began playing, "Oh When The Saints Go Marching In" on his trumpet again in the sunlight.