Undertaken

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"Hehehe, hello there!" A voice says.

I can't speak. I'm like a frozen body in the middle of summer. All I can do is stare. I can only stare at the man with long silver hair and a black top hat sitting in front of me. "A-are you.... Is it r-really you...?" I stutter as I keep my gaze locked on the man that I'm sure is the Undertaker.

"The Undertaker! Hehehehe!" He yells out happily. Yep. This man is no doubt Undertaker. Suddenly, everything goes black.

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My heavy-feeling eyelids slowly open and I'm looking up at a dark grey ceiling. I sit up quickly. My head is spinning and I'm very lightheaded. I wince in pain as my head throbs from the quick and sudden movement. Once my head stops throbbing a little, I slowly look at the room and my surroundings.

Coffins, coffins, and more coffins. That's all I really see. I then realize I'm actually laying in one, only this one seems to be made in a way if it were a bed. Just a larger coffin made for at least two adults to be put in with a comfortable interior for sleeping. Would this be considered a Queen size coffin, then?

I suddenly hear a small, oddly familiar chuckle. I rub my eyes and climb out of the coffin-bed. I slowly make my way to a black curtain hanging in the doorway of the room I'm in.

What I see when I pull the curtain slightly open is just too overwhelming for me. I feel my knees give out as I stare into the next room. Suddenly, I start to fall, but I don't hit the ground like I thought I would. I fall onto something else, but I don't get the chance to see what it was because once again, I black out.