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

Later

On the first anniversary of the day I nearly died, Owen and I went back to the chapel at Blackridge Manor.

The lilies were gone.

Sunlight streamed through the stained-glass windows.

I stood near the spot where my coffin had rested.

For months, I had avoided that room.

Sometimes I still woke at night imagining the furnace roaring.

Sometimes the smell continue reading …