You read that right: A FREAKING COFFIN.
Oh, the location of the home? Elm Street.
People are shrugging it off because a neighbor says it's a family pet and the coffin does, in fact, contain dog bones.
I've watched enough horror movies to raise an eyebrow.
BUT THAT'S NOT ALL THEY FOUND!
Because that makes sense...booties, bears, and bones. Either someone is screwed up or has a weird alliteration fetish.
There was also a toolbox containing cat bones.
I can see John and Harriet discussing it over afternoon tea now...
"Did you hear Jane Doe found a coffin full of dog bones in her backyard? And a toolbox of cat bones?"
"Well who hasn't? Am I right?"
Ha. Ha. Ha.
No. This is weird.
What do you think?
But Elm Street? Is this a long planned prank or a god awfully weird coincidence?
Should residents be watching out for the Freddy version of Cujo? I guess if Mission, Texas starts stockpiling caffeine we'll know something is up.