'Please, please forgive me?' John said in a trembling voice. A strange crackling laughter came from the earth. The earth had split open to revealed a long wooden box, slowly emerging from the ground. 'It was a coffin,' John realized. The cover of the coffin began to lift up slowly, centimetres by centimetres. Suddenly, the windows in the room started to bang against the wall continuously. 'You will die, and I won't let you off!' A head stretched out of the coffin, and looked at John.
'Please go away, don't kill me. I'm sorry!' John cried out in a panicking voice. The voice from his throat was choked. While he was struggling in panic, pulling back from the skeleton like hands reaching for him, he tripped and fell. The hands clamped around his neck. he tried to pull them away, but they were too strong. The nails dug deep into the flesh of his throat and blood oozed from the punctured wound. Slowly, life was squeezed out of him. He struggles had weakened, and the body had grown limp. Slipping from the fleshless bony hands, John's soulless body landed on the floor with a loud thud. The next morning, the police came to the house, having come up with enough evidence to arrest John for the murder of his wife. When they entered the house, there was no sign of John. The bedroom was locked. When they forced open the door, they found him dead on the bed. His throat was ripped out, and there was words cut into his chest. On a closer look, they read, 'I deserved to die.'
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