Dead But Alive
Lara’s grandmother, Mama Bisi, had been buried for weeks, and the family had just begun to move on. But one night, Lara heard faint knocks on her window. She brushed it off as the wind, until she heard the familiar voice.
“Lara… my dear… open the window,” it whispered, low and cracked.
Frozen with fear, Lara peeked through the curtains. Standing outside was her grandmother, pale, with earth still clinging to her dress, her eyes cloudy and distant. “They buried me,” Mama Bisi rasped, “but I’m still alive…”
Lara backed away, but the knocking grew louder, insistent. “Don’t you love me, Lara? Open the window,” Mama Bisi’s voice pleaded, now cold and hollow.
Terrified, Lara called her parents, but when they checked outside, no one was there. They dismissed it as a bad dream. But each night, the knocking returned, and the voice grew angrier: “Why won’t you let me in?”
One night, unable to take it anymore, Lara cracked open the window, hoping to end the nightmare. But as soon as she did, a cold hand grabbed her arm, pulling her closer. Mama Bisi’s face pressed against the glass, grinning with rotted teeth, whispering, “Now, you’ll join me… in the grave.”
The next morning, her family found the window open and her room empty, except for a faint trail of dirt leading out toward the graveyard.
Dead But Alive
Lara’s grandmother, Mama Bisi, had been buried for weeks, and the family had just begun to move on. But one night, Lara heard faint knocks on her window. She brushed it off as the wind, until she heard the familiar voice.
“Lara… my dear… open the window,” it whispered, low and cracked.
Frozen with fear, Lara peeked through the curtains. Standing outside was her grandmother, pale, with earth still clinging to her dress, her eyes cloudy and distant. “They buried me,” Mama Bisi rasped, “but I’m still alive…”
Lara backed away, but the knocking grew louder, insistent. “Don’t you love me, Lara? Open the window,” Mama Bisi’s voice pleaded, now cold and hollow.
Terrified, Lara called her parents, but when they checked outside, no one was there. They dismissed it as a bad dream. But each night, the knocking returned, and the voice grew angrier: “Why won’t you let me in?”
One night, unable to take it anymore, Lara cracked open the window, hoping to end the nightmare. But as soon as she did, a cold hand grabbed her arm, pulling her closer. Mama Bisi’s face pressed against the glass, grinning with rotted teeth, whispering, “Now, you’ll join me… in the grave.”
The next morning, her family found the window open and her room empty, except for a faint trail of dirt leading out toward the graveyard.
