An old lady had 3 dogs. As she left for her weekly shopping trip to Tescos, she left the backdoor open for the dogs to get in and out.
Seventy years before, her older sister and teased her. She had pinched the old lady as a child and said, "Zambuck! I'm going to Zambuch you!"
Now, back to now. She had gone. Her older sister was at Hemswell Market, near Market Rasen, England. As she walked around, peering at the stalls, she came to one, and for some reason something caught her eye. She looked closer, and it was a tin. It said Zambuck! on it. She bought it, as she remembered the events seventy years ago.
The other old lady, with the dogs, had returned from her shopping trip. In the corner of her garden, one of her dogs were shaking. She tried to pet it, but it ran away. She thought this was rather strange, but she cast it aside and entered the house. Then she saw the horrific details.
Blood was stained down the wall, with a dog nailed on the wall. Another dog had been impaled on the television REMOTE and was also dead. She was devastated, and started to cry as she carried on looking around.
The house was a tip. Everything had been ripped up, or moved, or smashed. The telephone was burning. Windows were smashed. The television was snapped in half. As she got to the stairs, there was dog food up the stairs. one on every step. As she ascended the stairs, she entered the bathroom. The bath was filled with blood. Then she crossed the hall, and entered her bedroom. It was wrecked. But, what was worse, the culprit was still in the house.
A magpie was sat in the corner, its beak sharp. As she tried to shoo it away, it squaked and made for her eyes. The neighbours heard a piercing scream cut short, and looked at the house as a magpie flew out of the window. On the claws, were her EYES!!!!!