At the stroke of midnight…. the disturbing sound woke me up immediately, it was funeral requiem playing.
I screamed ‘to hell, stop it’?
No one reacted . I spanked the wood hard.
The hymns became more sorrowful. I shouted ‘oh god, please help me, I hate this noise’.
But that did not work anything in my benefit.
Examining around I suddenly found myself bordered in on all sides.
I smelt roses on my body. It was my funeral.
561 total views, 4 views today