With a whine of the hinges, the lid came, and I gazed into the darkness of that box. Nothing but shadows therein. From out the deepest recesses of my mind, I could hear John’s croaking laugh as though it were rising out of that empty coffin. I felt dizzy. I did not trust my eyes. I must have screamed, but I do not remember. They brought me back into the house; forced some whiskey on me. When my senses returned, I found Dr. Val beside me, his white, curling mustache like a clown’s painted smile over his deep set frown.
Drabble Series: The Exhumation
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