Jaaeell
I still remember it vividly. The memory that changed my whole life and left a mark to my soul.
It all started when I and my sister go to a burial of one of our neighbor. And somehow, we started noticing that something was strange.
Until a tall man who had a cold stare and sophisticated presence talked to me and asked if there's a glimpse of blood on his face. From that moment, I thought that it was so weird to ask that kind of question in a burial.
But still, I answered his question truthfully.
I remember how his cold eyes stared at the coffin. Sadness was visible all over his face. I thought he was just one of the relatives of our deceased neighbor but I was wrong.
Because when I looked inside the coffin...
I saw his pale dead body inside.