It was a quiet Sunday night...

and a man was driving down an empty road in the country. As he was about to exit into town, a hearse crashes into a tree right in front of him. The man gets out of his car and checks on the driver.

When he got to the driver's side window, Oddly, no one was there. So he checks the back of the hearse, and it is empty. Running back to his car, a coffin comes out from behind the tree, and starts hopping to chase him. The man then drives into town, and goes to the Police station.

At the Police station, he tells one of the policeman, the situation. The policeman, then calls in the captain, and tells the man that this has happened before. The captain then makes a call, and tells the man that he will need to change identities, and move to Kansas.

2 years later, the man has built a new family, in Kansas. Coming home from work on another Sunday night, he sees a coffin on the other side of the street from his car. So he runs inside the house, and locks the door. He then hears loud knocking on the door, and runs to the bathroom, and locks himself inside. The man hears the front door break, and hears slow thuds on the ground getting closer and closer. As he tries to pull the towel rack off the wall, the Coffin breaks through the bathroom door, the man opens the medicine cabinet, throws some kind of syrup at the coffin, and the coffin falls down.

Coughing syrup stopped the coffin.