My senses are coming back to me, I can slightly feel the touch of air, I can slightly hear the sounds out there and slowly, I started to open my eyes. It’s all blurry, there’s a silhouette of a woman in front of me. I still can’t quite figure out who she is, since my sight is still blurry. After a while, my vision started to clear up. The woman was my mom. “Mother?” I said. “It’s been a while, my son.” My mom replied. “How long has it been?” I asked, “113 years".
Yes, I've survived 113 years inside a coffin. How? Well, let's just say that I am a creature of the dark.
