One day, a man goes to a hotel. There is only one room left; room #30. Wondering what was the problem with that room, he agrees to use that room and is shown the room. He is left with a warning: To never look under the rug.
That night, he can’t sleep. He’s wondering what’s under the rug. So he gets up, and peeks under the rug.
It’s a trapdoor. “OK, I can live with that,” he says to himself, and goes to bed.
The next night, he can’t sleep. He’s wondering what’s under the trapdoor. So he gets up, removes the rug, and opens the trapdoor.
He sees a really, really long staircase. “OK, I can
live with that,” he says to himself, closes the trapdoor, replaces the rug, and goes to bed.
The next night, he can’t sleep. He’s wondering what’s after the staircase. So he gets up, removes the rug, opens the trapdoor, and climbs down the staircase for days and days and days.
He sees a long hallway. “OK, I can live with that,” he says to himself, and he climbs up the staircase for days and days and days, closes the trapdoor, replaces the rug, and goes to bed.
The next night, he can’t sleep. He’s wondering what’s at the end of the hallway. So he gets up, removes the rug, opens the trapdoor, climbs down the staircase for days and days and days, and climbs down down the hallway for days and days and days.
There is a meadow at the end. “OK, I can live with that,” he says to himself, and runs down the hallway for days and days and days, climbs up the staircase for days and days and days, closes the trapdoor, replaces the rug, and goes to bed.
The next night…(now you know how everything is going to go xD).. he can’t sleep. He is wondering what is at the other side of the meadow. So, he gets up, removes the rug, opens the trapdoor, climbs down to staircase for days and days and days, runs down the hallway for days and days and days, and runs across the meadow for days and days and days.
There is a lake. “OK, I can live with that,” he says to himself, and runs across the meadow for days and days and days, runs down the hallway for days and days and days, climbs up the staircase for days and days and days, closes the trapdoor, replaces the rug, and goes to bed.
The next night he can’t sleep. He is wondering what is at the other side of the lake. So, he gets up, removes the rug, opens the trapdoor, climbs down to staircase for days and days and days, runs down the hallway for days and days and days, and runs across the meadow for days and days and days, and swims across the lake for days and days and days.
There is a forest. “OK, I can live with that,” he says to himself, and swims across the lake for days and days and days, runs across the meadow for days and days and days, runs down the hallway for days and days and days, climbs up the staircase for days and days and days, closes the trapdoor, replaces the rug, and goes to bed.
The next night he can’t sleep. He is wondering what is in the forest. So, he gets up, removes the rug, opens the trapdoor, climbs down to staircase for days and days and days, runs down the hallway for days and days and days, and runs across the meadow for days and days and days, swims across the lake for days and days and days, and wanders through the forest for days and days and days.
There is a really tall tree. “OK, I can live with that,” he says to himself, and wanders back through the forest for days and days and days, swims across the lake for days and days and days, runs across the meadow for days and days and days, runs down the hallway for days and days and days, climbs up the staircase for days and days and days, closes the trapdoor, replaces the rug, and goes to bed.
The next night he can’t sleep. He is wondering what is in on top of the tree. So, he gets up, removes the rug, opens the trapdoor, climbs down to staircase for days and days and days, runs down the hallway for days and days and days, and runs across the meadow for days and days and days, swims across the lake for days and days and days, and wanders through the forest for days and days and days, and climbs the tall tree for days and days and days.
There is a monkey with a sign around its neck saying “DO NOT POKE THE MONKEY”. “OK, I can live with that,” he says to himself, and climbs down the tree for days and days and days, wanders back through the forest for days and days and days, swims across the lake for days and days and days, runs across the meadow for days and days and days, runs down the hallway for days and days and days, climbs up the staircase for days and days and days, closes the trapdoor, replaces the rug, and goes to bed.
The next night he can’t sleep. He is wondering what would happen if he poked the monkey. So, he gets up, removes the rug, opens the trapdoor, climbs down to staircase for days and days and days, runs down the hallway for days and days and days, and runs across the meadow for days and days and days, swims across the lake for days and days and days, and wanders through the forest for days and days and days, and climbs the tall tree for days and days and days.
AND HE POKES THE MONKEY.
And the monkey wakes up. He is an angry monkey. He starts to chase after the man, who climbs down the tree. The monkey is pretty far behind him.
He runs through the forest, and the monkey is starting to get closer.
He swam frantically through the lake and the monkey is getting closer and closer.
He bolts through the meadow. The monkey is catching up.
He sprints through the hallway and the monkey is just behind him.
He scrambles up the staircase and the monkey is almost there…
He jumps out of the trapdoor and before he can close it the monkey leaps out too…
He runs to his bed and hides.. the monkey comes up….
(The man is pale with fear at this point)
Pokes him…
And he says…….
“Tag, you’re it!”