My arms and legs began to sway back and forth in the casket that I laid in. White satin linens held my body, the body that this man thought was deceased.
Every time I use it now, I’ll always have that thought in the back of my mind, what if it happens again.
The line was still connected while my caller was attacked, and what I heard for the next 30 seconds made me puke at my desk.
They told me I dodged a bullet. They told me I must have had a guardian angel looking after me.
“Where are you taking me?”
I wasn’t sure if what was out there had followed me.
“Death. That’s what the D stands for. Death. It’s Death at our door…we summoned Death…”
“So, they would sometimes bury people alive. It was a real problem back in the day, so they’d tie a string around their finger and tie the other end to a bell up on the ground. That way, if they accidentally got buried alive, they would have a way to be saved.”
Oh, I still remember how happy I was in that moment to see my dad walking towards me in the pouring rain.