The last person I expected to see at the funeral was my bitch ex-girlfriend, and she had the balls to bring along her new boyfriend. I wish my arms were not tied up in this kapur barus* smelling shroud, so I could choke the miserable life out of her.
My family, especially my mom, was sobbing uncontrollably around me. I wish she wouldn’t see me in this state.
Then something tingled in my muscles; I felt the rough fabric brushed against my skin. I tried moving my arms and succeeded. My mom gasped, “Allah!” and fainted.
Everyone stood up and flee, except my ex and her boyfriend. I struggled harder and freed myself.
“Come here, you bitch!” I screamed, but all I could hear was croaked moaning coming out of my throat. I grabbed my ex and an overwhelming hunger took over me. I buried my teeth into her flesh.
*Camphor. Used in Muslim funerals to wash the body.
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Terror150 words horror flash fiction set in Malayasia and other places. Daily updates. You can use my stories as prompts but please don't plagiarize words for words. Don't forget to mention me and put this link into your stories. Writing only 150 words fo...
