Brianna Appling

Oh, I still remember how happy I was in that moment to see my dad walking towards me in the pouring rain.

“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.”

“Death. That’s what the D stands for. Death. It’s Death at our door…we summoned Death…”

I wasn’t sure if what was out there had followed me.

“Where are you taking me?”

They told me I dodged a bullet. They told me I must have had a guardian angel looking after me.

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.

Every time I use it now, I’ll always have that thought in the back of my mind, what if it happens again.

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.

“She’s going to be a hot and fast sale.” 

We were a safe neighborhood.

I felt my chest cave in at the sight.

The government has put everyone that has worked on this case on a gag order. They are afraid that if word gets out, there will be mass hysteria. That’s why I’m writing on here to warn you.

You could be next.

It felt like my intestines were moving with a mind of their own.

How could I be so oblivious that something was wrong?

How did he even know where I lived? Everything about this creeped me out.

I explained up and down what had happened, but nobody paid any attention to my story. They thought I was crazy; wouldn’t you?