My boyfriend always likes to tell me that he is a survivor of the invasion from another world.
"You've watched too many horror movies." I responded to him with a smile, not taking it seriously.
A few days later, he was in a car accident.
After investigation, there were no brake marks at the scene, and surveillance showed that there were no other vehicles or pedestrians.
The embalmer sewed up his severed limbs, and I looked at him like a rag doll, lying peacefully among the artificial flowers for people to pay their respects, and then he was pushed to the crematorium amidst the cries of his relatives and friends.
That night, I saw him resurrected.
He was exuding a disgusting putrid stench all over his body and was occupying the bed of my boyfriend and I, hoping that he would fall into His arms.
Intention: Don't give up
