“There was a sudden sound as if someone were inhaling deeply.  Sebastian noticed that the lid of the coffin had sprung open ajar, as if by magic.  He still couldn’t see inside.  Sebastian furrowed his brow straining to see what he could not.  Then slowly the coffin’s lid opened without any creaking sound.  Sebastian shook his head as the motion happened, in fear of what he might see. The casket revealed nothing.  It was pure white lining as if it were brand new and just purchased.  But was it his?  Had Sebastian just witnessed his own destiny?  The questions leading him to this point begged for answers, none of which he had and in a flash, a woman’s body appeared.  She was wearing a red dress with matching shoes suitable for a night on the town.  Her hair looked as if it was made of steel wool and her skin looked burnt.  The eye sockets were onyx orbs and they seemed to hold some unknown liquid, which swirled inside. Sebastian watched in horror as the woman rose up on her heels as if a lift were assisting her.  Her blackened teeth receded and she reached out to him, raising her right arm, pointing to him and as she motioned to speak, black ooze poured out of her mouth like slow moving tar.  “Do you remember me, my son?” Sebastian felt a single tear stream down his cheek, “Mamá?”  He asked.  “I miss you!””



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