Sounds pretty innocent up to this
point. But here's where it get's creepy - here's where it starts
to sound like a creaky door in the middle of the night. Here's
where it sounds like something you read from a book bound in
human skin that uses coffin nails to hold the pages together.
Here's something that would be told by the old hag around her
Gypsy campfire when she's had one eye-full too much of that
strange tasting witches brew that she swears is just for her
"lumbago" and doesn't have a nip of booze in it. Well, maybe
just enough to keep the toads and worms in the bottom of the
cauldron form coming back to life in the middle of a hearty
Well, this is a bit long, so here it goes: I traded a Chopper
Wheel for it about 17 year's ago from a "PUNK ROCKER" who used
it in his band, his band member's would carry him out on stage
in it & he would push the top off & come out playing his guitar!
Anyway, he told me that he bought it from an old English
Mortician that brought it with him from England when he moved
his business to Long Beach, CA. back in the 1930's...the Story
goes; "It's a 1920's "Toepincher" Coffin that WAS used (a man,
5'1" tall...the Coffin is 6'6") was actually Nailed shut in it &
they were going to bury the man when his Brother, late for the
viewing, insisted on having the man Creamated...