Coffins used to be built with holes in them, attached to six feet of copper tubing and a bell. The tubing would allow air for victims buried under the mistaken impression they were dead. Harold, the Oakdale gravedigger, upon hearing a bell, went to go see if it was children pretending to be spirits. Sometimes it was also the wind. This time it wasn't either. A voice from below begged, pleaded to be unburied.
"You Sarah O'Bannon?" Yes! the voice assured.
"You were born on September 17, 1827?"
"Yes!"
"The gravestone here says you died on February 19?"
"No I'm alive, it was a mistake! Dig me up, set me free!""Sorry about this, ma'am," Harold said, stepping on the bell to silence it and plugging up the copper tube with dirt. "But this is August. Whatever of you is down there, you ain't alive no more, and you ain't comin' up."
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Cabin in the middle of Woods
HorrorHighest Ranking:- #3 in horror on 02.09.2016 A horror story starts in a dark night in the middle of mysterious woods, where a small cabin, with only one light flickering stands alone, trying to defy the spirits which are supposed to haunt the woods...