(This is really best told around a campfire or some other scary story circle. It should be delivered as a scary story right till the end. My dad loves to tell this one.)

A couple got stranded in a storm out in the middle of no where. There was nothing but pasture and woods all around them, and a single house.

They run to the house and bang on the door, but it opens at the pounding of the man's fist on the wood. He walks inside cautiously, while the wife follows close behind. They call out "Is anybody home?!"

"If the log rolls over, we're gonna die....."

The voice is faint, and they almost don't even hear it over the storm. It drifts away as if brought in on the wind.

They take a few more steps in to the entryway and call out again "Hello? Is anybody home?"

"If the log rolls over, we're gonna die...."

They look at each other, confused, and wondering now if the homeowners are in trouble, themselves. They head in farther and stop at the foot of the stairs and call out, "Is everything ok?"

"If the log rolls over, we're gonna die...."

They realize the sound is coming from upstairs, and, swallowing their fear, walk upstairs.

"If the log rolls over, we're gonna die."

The voice is clearer now, and the follow it down the hall.

"If the log rolls over, we're gonna die."

They turn a corner, and find themselves in a bathroom. In the toilet is a single turd with two ants sitting in the middle of it. One turns to the other and says, (in a tiny voice) "If the log rolls over, we're gonna die."