Into the Coffin at Midnight

Ever since I can remember, the kids in the village have avoided me...

Everyone knew my family made its living from the dead, and thought we brought bad luck.

They weren’t wrong. My family had been undertakers for generations.

I’d seen people who drowned, hanged themselves, poisoned themselves with pesticide, got hit by cars, fell from great heights, or died suddenly in bed from a fatal loss of vitality...

I’d seen them all.

But the corpse that came in this time had limbs and a head that were... a little...