Today I was supposed to die. I am looking at everyone at my funeral. They are looking back at me but they do not look surprised. They continue to go on with the funeral even though I'm still alive. My black clothes cover me from head to toe. I yell and yell. No response.
"STOP! I'M STILL ALIVE! WHY ARE YOU CONTINUING?!" I hear no response. The room does not echo my voice. Maybe this is payback. For all the sins I have committed. I am no better then your average thief. The tears in my eyes dwell as I scream again.
"I'M SORRY! I HAD TO DO IT! I WAS GOING TO DIE!" Only one man in the audience stood up. I have never seen his face before, so why was he at my Funeral.
"What did you do?" He said bluntly. His tone was icy. I looked up at him and grinned.
"You already know." His cold glare and angered look became a maniacal laugh. Blood started to seep from his eyelids as the room started to shake.
"You have one chance," He waved his finger in the air, "Don't waste it." Then the darkness came. It was the same as it was before. When I got hit by that truck and the only reason this funeral was being held.
"My Baby! Are you okay?!" My mother held me in her arms while her tears pooled on my shoulder. That wasn't a dream. It was a warning. For that if I did not do something now, Satan would return to take me away for real.
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Tragedies and Terrors
Mystery / ThrillerA collection of short stories featuring different people and their fucked up lives or afterlives. Some containing mysteries of disappearances and murders. Others, paranormal terrors and traumatic experiences. Hello Everyone! Elizabeth here, this sto...
