The Coin

Would you say a coin told a story? I would. It all happened a couple of weeks ago, when I was at the supermarket buying some snacks for when my mates would come over for the grand final. It was when the cashier handed me my change that I got a bit creeped out, as she handed me my change (five dollars and thirty-five cents), that she murmured two little words "twenty cents". I looked at her for ten seconds when she asked me what I was looking at, I didn't reply and walked off.
When I got home, I flopped on the couch and chucked the change in the ash tray when I noticed that on the twenty cent coin was some red colouring on it, I picked it up and sniffed it, I shrugged my shoulders as the coin only had that old coin smell. I stared at the coin for a good minute and then something weird happened...
I had a vision of a man getting his stomach slashed open with a machete and all his internal organs pulled out with a meat hook. I could see each individual organ being pulled out, followed by long streams of blood. The man was still screaming and balling his hands into fists up until his heart was ripped out, which was odd seeing as having your stomach ripped open and all your organs ripped out would normally kill you. And then he stopped screaming, his hand opened and a twenty cent piece rolled out, it landed on the side with Queen Elizabeth II on it, the date said "1996" and there was the same red mark as on my coin.
The vision stopped and I sat there for five minutes, turned the coin over and saw the coin was made in 1996 and that the red mark was there too. I thought I was losing my mind, I put the coin down and then yelled out "WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?!".
The next day was the day of the footy grand final, Geelong playing againt Collingwood. My mates and I all go for Collingwood, so we didn't get into a fight over who would win, we were just really loud and angry when Geelong scored a goal or for that matter, a point. After the game had finished and Geelong won and a lot of "BULL SHIT!" and "No way!"s we decided to go on my computer sitting in the study room. We went on shocksites and looked up creepypasta such as "Jeff the killer" and "smile.jpg". We then somehow came across a page about a twenty cent coin released in 1996 which was owned by a man attacked by a satanic serial killer and and the man's blood splattered on the coin. The page went on and on about people having encounters with the coin and having strange visions of a person dying gruesomely and that the person who dies in the vision is the previous owner of the coin. The article also states that the blood cannot be washed off.
Weeks rolled past and I hadn't so much as looked at the coin, I locked myself in my house and ran out of food, I got hungry so I went and bought a pizza and I unknowingly spent the twenty cent coin.
Two weeks earlier I heard I saw a little boy, about four, with the same coin, it turned out that it was just a bit of playdoh. I do not know where this coin currently is, I only hope that someone has buried or at least attempted to destroy it.
I know my death is imminent and I ask you to spread the word about this deadly coin- ...
Hey, what's that coin you have there?
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