“STOP—DON’T BURY HER!!!”
The sound hit like a shockwave.
The camera snapped violently—
A woman ran into frame, desperate, unstoppable, and threw herself onto the coffin as if her life depended on it.
“SHE’S ALIVE!”
Gasps erupted. People stepped back. The priest froze mid-prayer.
The father lunged forward instantly, rage overpowering his pain. He grabbed her hard, trying to rip her away.
“GET OUT OF HERE!”
But she clung to the coffin, her fingers digging into the wood, her whole body shaking.
“I saw her move… I swear…”
Her voice cracked, but something in it refused to break.
The wind sharpened under the open sky.
The brightness felt wrong now.
Too still.
Too quiet.
The father’s expression shifted—just slightly.
Doubt.
Then—
KNOCK.
A hollow, unmistakable sound.
From inside the coffin.
Everything stopped.
No movement. No breath.
“…what…?”
His voice came out broken, barely there.
Then again—
KNOCK… KNOCK…
Louder this time. Real.
Panic spread like fire. Someone dropped something. The crowd pulled back in fear.
The father climbed onto the coffin, hands shaking uncontrollably.
“OPEN IT! OPEN IT NOW!”
His voice cracked, desperate, terrified.
And then—
From inside—
A faint, muffled voice.
“…dad…”
The world collapsed into silence.
And for the first time…
the father realized the worst thing wasn’t losing her.
It was burying her alive.
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