I
thought death would finally bring me peace, but I was wrong.
I remember waking up in a dark, silent room. I could hear people crying outside, but nobody could see me. I tried to open the door, yet my hands passed through it.
Then I saw my own photograph hanging on the wall.
That was when I realized I was dead.
Every night at 3 AM, I returned to the same house. I watched my family mourn, but I couldn't speak to them. Something was keeping my soul trapped.
One night, I heard a little girl crying in the basement.
I followed her voice and discovered an old locked box beneath the floor. Inside was a bloodstained photograph of me and a mysterious man.
Suddenly, I remembered the truth.
Before my death, that man had murdered me and hidden my body beneath the house.
My spirit screamed with anger.
I searched for him every night until I finally found him.
He looked at me and whispered, “You should have stayed dead.”
The lights went out.
The next morning, he was found dead in his room, his face frozen in terror.
But my soul still couldn't rest.
Because the little girl was whispering:
“He wasn't the one who killed you.”
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