PART 2: The Man Who Was Buried Alive

 

PART 2: The Man Who Was Buried Alive

I screamed in terror as I lay on top of the moving coffin. The people standing around the grave started panicking and shouting. Some ran away, while others brought out their phones to record the shocking scene.

The coffin lid opened wider. Inside was a well-dressed middle-aged man. His eyes were open — staring directly at me with fear and desperation.

He was supposed to be dead… but he wasn’t.

His cold hand suddenly grabbed my wrist tightly. His voice came out weak and raspy:

“Please… help me… they poisoned me… I’m not dead…”

I screamed even louder and struggled to free myself. With the help of some brave men, I was pulled out of the grave. Chaos erupted everywhere. The burial ceremony turned into a crime scene.

The “dead” man was quickly rushed to the hospital instead of being buried. Later, the shocking truth came out.

The man’s name was Mr. Richard, a wealthy businessman. His younger brother, in collaboration with corrupt doctors, had poisoned him and declared him dead so they could inherit all his properties and businesses. They had tried to bury him alive.

Because I fell into the grave, his movements were noticed and his life was saved.

But my own troubles had just begun.

People started calling me “The Grave Witch” and “The Girl Who Wakes The Dead.” Some praised me as a hero, but many accused me of using juju. My father suddenly appeared, pretending to be a caring parent, demanding I give him money because “my daughter is now famous.”

The worst part was the threats.

Mr. Richard’s younger brother and his friends came to warn me. “If you testify in court or speak to anyone, you and your two sisters will end up in the grave for real.”

I was scared for my life and the lives of my sisters. But something in me refused to stay silent. A man had almost been buried alive. I couldn’t pretend it didn’t happen.

That night, I made a decision that would change my life forever: I would stand for the truth.