Coffins used to be built with holes in them, attached to six feet of copper tubbing and a bell.The tubing would allow air for victims buried under the impression they were dead.
In a certain small town Harold,the local gravedigger, upon hearing a bell one night,went to go and see if it was children pretending to be spirits.Sometimes it was also the wind.This time,it wasn't either.A voice from below begged and pleaded to be unburried.
"Are you Sarah O'Bannon?"Harold asked.
"YES!"The muffled voice asserted.
"You were born on September 17,1827?"
"Yes."
"The gravestone here says you died on February 20,1857,"
"No, I'm alive.That was a mistake! Dig me up.Set me free."
"Sorry about this ma'am,"Harold said, stepping on the bed to silence it and plugging up the copper tube with dirt.
"But this is August.Whatever you are down there,you sure as hell ain't alive no more,and you ain't coming up."
Then suddenly he heard the ground trebling.
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Scary Stories
HorrorThe creepiest short stories you'll ever read. NOTE;Most of the stories are not mine.And some are horror story prompts.
