You decided to leave your belongings on the living room table. At least there, you can keep a close eye on them... that is, until you fall asleep. You've had a long day and you soon find yourself stretched out on the couch barely able to keep your eyelids open. Another fifteen minutes pass and nobody has disturbed your belongs and you feel pretty confident that your clothes and toiletries are going to be perfectly safe over there on the table. And you know what? They are. They are perfectly safe.

You, however, are not perfectly safe. That table was unfortunately placed directly on top of an old sacred Indian burial ground and by placing your belongings upon it, you have angered the gods by desecrating their sacred ground. You awaken to a loud crash and find the table has crumbled to pieces on the ground. "What the hell!?" you question aloud as you stare at the broken table. You walk over to pick up your belongings off of the pile of broken table wood, when the pieces of it start to move! Egads! The broken table is reforming itself somehow! But wait! It's not forming a table... it's becoming something almost... human-like!

Good gravy! The table has become a giant wooden Indian chief! How is this possible!? You cautiously walk over to the chief who just silently stares at you as he smears war paint across his face. "Um... hello?" you quiver. The chief still says nothing. Eventually you get sick of his old creaky wooden ass and tell him, "Look buddy, I don't really give a good god damn who you are. I've had a long day and need some sleep. I can't have you creaking around in here all night keeping me awake, so what say you go play cowboys and injuns somewhere else, mmmkay?"

Confident that you've made your point, you then turn your back to him and start to make your way back to the couch. All of a sudden, you grow weak in the knees as you feel a warm liquid running down your head. Ohhhhhh! I see what happened! You pissed off Old Chief Wood'nHead and he just scalped you! That warm liquid running down your head was your own blood. Way to go, chief!

YEAH YOU DIED... BUT THAT'S NO REASON TO LOSE YOUR HEAD OVER IT.
START OVER!