1987
I stand next to John as he cries by the coffin. I want to reassure the poor man, dry his tears, tell him she will be alright, she will be fine soon. Those things get better, and that he will see her soon, in the scheme of things. That if he really thinks about it, he will see her in a heartbeat.
The woman's hair was curled as usual, and her eyes were closed. I wished she was simply asleep, like how she appeared to be. How they wanted her to look like she was asleep forever.
A boy runs up to John, and he looks just like the woman. Dark hair, brown eyes. John picks up the boy, who is around eight, and hugs him, tightly. Like he'll never let go, and they both weep. The boy clutches John's shirt and buries his face in it. He looks up suddenly, and meets my eyes. Stares directly into them, through quiet sobs. I gaze into his eyes, as he rests his head on John's shoulder and cries. Catherine lies silently by them, motionless and pale.
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Judges
ParanormalAugusta is not quite herself. She's dead too. In fact, she has been dead for eighty-six years. But this is all part of the job description. She's watching you. They all are, watching every move you make to see where you will end up in the afterlife...
