I Woke Up Trapped Inside My Coffin at My Own Funeral—Then My Brother Said One Sentence That Made My Wife Turn Ghostly Pale

scraped against the satin.

It made the faintest sound.

Victoria stopped crying.

“Did you hear that?”

“Hear what?” the worker asked.

“Nothing,” Harrison answered quickly. “She’s overwhelmed.”

The machinery started again.

The coffin moved forward.

The heat grew more intense.

I scraped my thumb against the lining once more.

The sound was too faint.

The furnace door continue reading …