A/N: I'm in a demented mood and want to share it with you all by writing demented one-shots. So enjoy!

Disclaimer: I own nothing at all whatsoever. I do not own this plot or these characters. I found this myth at while surfing the net and decided to convert it into Evo form. 'Tis an urban legend. So, cheah. Enjoy. Oh and don't forget to review please.

Sleep, those little slices of death, how I loathe them. - Edgar Allen Poe

While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. - Edgar Allan Poe

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Logan grumbled angrily as he toted large, heavy, cardboard boxes up from the sub-basements. Sub-basement level nine was about to undergo an impressive renovation. However, before that impressive renovation could begin, all of the equipment and miscellaneous items had to be moved up two levels. This wasn't an easy job seeing as to how sub-nine, up until now, had been mainly used for storage.

"Hurry up. We ain't got all night," he called to his legion of helpers. It was already nine-thirty, way past quitting time.

"Ouch!" Evan Daniels hissed as the heavy barrel landed on his foot. He immediately stopped to inspect his foot. Behind him, Kurt, Bobby, Sam, Ray, Reberto, Jamie, Forge, Alex simultaneously came to a halt, setting the boxes, barrels, and containers on the ground. Logan turned around impatiently.

"What's the problem," he asked.

"It's okay," Scott said. "We're just a little exhausted."

"Three minutes," he replied setting the boxes on the ground. "Just get that barrel before it rolls away." Evan and Bobby rushed over to the barrel and rolled it back to the procession.

"There's something in here," Bobby announced. Whatever was in the barrel sloshed around. "Some type of liquid?"

"It's probably some of the wine Xavier picked up from his world travels," Logan explained. He reached into one of the boxes and pulled out a wine glass. He went to the barrel and relived it of some of its contents.

"Logan," Scott exclaimed, shocked. "Do you eve know if that's wine at all?"

"Tastes pretty good," he drained the glass. "Okay, breaks over, move out." Boxes were picked up, barrels lifted, and containers gripped. The procession marched toward the elevator to finish their workday.

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The students were all a-twitter at dinner the next day. Rumor had spread that the boys had stumbled upon a very delicious barrel of European wine last night and that the entire institute would be allowed a small sampling at dinner. Most had never had wine before and so it was a very big deal, especially among the younger students.

Dinner was had and dessert was served and a small amount of the wine passed out to each of the students. The girls felt very fashionable indeed as the sipped theirs and the guys felt very manly as they sampled theirs. All in all the evening passed by well and without incident.

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Logan was sorry when it finally ran out. He had enjoyed the wine while it lasted and regretted sharing it with the students and other teachers. Still, it had been great while it lasted. He picked up the barrel to dispose of it. He noted that it was still heavy but ignored it. It was a large barrel even though it's contents didn't last long.

The students were all in the foyer socializing as usual. Xavier, Ororo, and Hank were also there to monitor them. He was just about to exit the room when Sam crashed into him. The barrel fell to the floor and broke open with the force of the collision. A putrid smell immediately filled the air and was immediately accompanied by a series of gasps and shocked exclamations. Kitty passed out.

I will not go into great detail about the blackened, bloated, and noticeably rotten corpse that fell out. I will also not mention how the decaying face was twisted up into a grim and terrifying expression. I will also not point out the way it's limbs stuck up convulsively at odd angles. And I most defiantly not say anything about how sections of rotting bone showed where the festering, diseased skin had disintegrated. Because you would probably not want to hear about that.

Instead, imagine the looks, thoughts, and expressions that passed through every one's face when they witnessed this.

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A/N: So what'd ya think? Liked it? Hated it? If you have a/have heard an urban legend, scary story, weird encounter, or strange experience that you would like to have written about, then drop me a line and I'll see what I can do. Peace!