High Up on The Water Tower

"There was only one rule: don't open the door."

"That's a stupid rule, of course he would open the door! It's freakin' reverse psychology man." Rick rolled his eyes at the lame hook his buddy tried to start with and signaled for him to pass the blunt.

"Can ya let me tell the damn story?"

"Yeah, yeah, go on." Waving Ross off, he took a hit of the blunt and slowly released a thick cloud of dank smoke.

They were bored, they were baked, and they apparently figured telling spooky stories on the top of the town's water tower was a smart way to kill some time.

"So yeah, don't open the door-"

"What would happen if ya opened the door?" Rick interrupted, clearly uninterested in the actual story, and more in pissing off his friend. Ross shoved him with his shoulder in response.

"Let me tell the fuckin' thing man. Ok. So don't open the door or-"

"Or the boogeyman'll jump out right?" Rick howled, clanged his feet against the metal flooring of the tower causing it to vibrate.

"Fuck off man, I ain't telling it now." Ross stole back the blunt and inhaled deeply, clearly sick and tired of Rick's shit.

"Aw c'mon dude, I'm sorry, I'm just a little roasted. Ya know I ain't got no attention span! Just tell m-"

Behind the two fools, the water tower door banged open with such force it jostled them completely off the ledge.

"Or I'll come out to kill ya losers!" roared the boogeyman.