Literally.
It's not some 'die and come back to life' thing. No, I'm dead. Perfectly. You probably think I'm a spirit or something. A ghost not able to move on. And you'd be right, I suppose. How am I supposed to move on when my body is still in that damned box that he buried me in? Alive. That had been my worst fear, too, when I was living. To be buried alive. Of course, he knew that. He knew all my fears.
I could remember it like it was yesterday. Maybe it was yesterday. Maybe it had been fifty years. Who knows? Time flies when you're dead. Anyway, I can picture it in my mind. His hand on my neck as I tried to resist his grimy hand that had been secured around my waist. Even though I was dead, and I couldn't feel anything, I could still imagine the fear as he squeezed on my neck. So, even though I had known that I should have been fighting, I didn't. If I didn't fight, he would have let go of my throat, right?
Correct!"
~ Elisabeth Hofner
- Elisabeth "Lissy" was murdered by her father
- Story of a girl trying to save her family after death
- posted, but not going to be updated
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