On Halloween night, I crept into the old cemetery, drawn to a freshly dug grave with a gleaming black coffin half-buried in the earth. As I touched its cold lid, it creaked open, revealing my own face staring back with hollow eyes, whispering my name in a voice like rattling bones. Skeletal hands burst from the soil, pulling me inside as the coffin sealed shut, trapping me in suffocating darkness with the undead. I screamed until my throat burned, pounding against the unyielding wood while whispers promised eternal night. Then I woke upโit was just a dream when I was 11 years old.
Stake ๐ josal