Category : Stories

Sub Category : Horror

Welcome readers! My name is Frowny. Ackart had ran into trouble. Well, you see..I stuck him in a box and forgot which one it was. What you gonna do, right? Anyways, I've decided to make amends by telling tonight's tale. This one is also about a man in a box. It's called "It's Your Funeral, Pal!"


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"Thank you Lord, for taking that soulless prick, Johnny Gitti's life." 

 That is the silent prayer that Dillion, Johnny's life long friend, kept repeating in his thoughts. Dillion is beyond relieved that his best friend now lies in Death's box. Being friends by force doesn't come with loyalty of love, and fear's loyalty lies in how tight you can hold the leash.

 Dillion catches sight of the widow approaching the coffin. She sheds tears for Johnny and then leaves a rose upon his chest. This rose grows where only the blackest of roses grow. Legends suggest that a prick of the thorns sends you into the deepests levels of insanity. Dillion did not believe in any of this. It was one of the many satanic gimmicks Johnny was into. He often joked about making a satanic church. He only needed followers. 

 The widow finishes her sobbing farewell speech. Whether the words she said were genuine or an act, Dillion had difficulty determining. There had been rumors that Sydney Gitti had been untrue to Johnny, proof of this could never be found. She leaves Johnny's side and the next in line moves up to the coffin. 

 In less then an hour, the endless line dwindles to a few left waiting for service. Dillion moves into the back of the line behind a big athletic man. Dillion didn't reckonize him. The man moves up to the coffin and places his rose upon Johnny's chest. 

"I offer this sacrifice to you, Johnny." 

 Dillion didn't notice the similarly big athletic man come up behind him. When the huge arms wrap around Dillion's chest, Dillion caught his breath. A second later he remembers to breathe.

"What is this?" 

 Dillion kicks and wiggles trying to get free. The man in front of him, faces Dillion and smiles. Behind the smiling man, Johnny sits up from his coffin.

"Thank you, Dear friend. For coming to my funeral." 
  
 Johnny gets out of the coffin and walks up to Dillion.

"You're not dead?" Dillion questions with a tinge of anger and alot more fear.

"Yes, you've tried and failed." 

 Johnny gestures over to the coffin and the big guy holding Dillion moves on up. Johnny turns his attention to the room as he moves to the podium. 

"I want everyone here to give our special guest a thank you and warm welcome." 
The room cheers as a answer to Johnny. 

"He gives himself for our cause and we give him to the great consumer."
The crowd cheers louder this time.

"Put him in the box." 
Johnny addresses the two big men.

 They lift Dillion, who is wiggling more furiously, and with little effort, push him into the coffin. The smiling man slams the coffin lid, holding it down. After a few moments, Dillion hears hammering into the lid. They are nailing it shut and trapping Dillion inside.

Darkness consumes!

 Dillion focuses on breathing. Being pinned up in the darkness made him feel like suffocating. He could hear Johnny's muffled voice chanting and the crowd chant in response. Then he hears another voice. 

"Poor child, rest now. Let mother handle things as you rest in her embrace.

 And with that, Dillion sinks into the oblivion.

 Johnny continues to lead the chant, unaware of the coffin trembling in place. The vibration is small and barely noticible. Then it begins to raise in violence. The coffin, now rattling at a unmistakable rate, is noticed by all. It suddenly stops and the lid blows off. The thing that was Dillion rises from the coffin. Once both feet touch the ground, it drags itself towards Johnny. The room is stunned.

"Is this to be some great power my lord wishes to bestow?"  Johnny utters in fear.

 The thing that was Dillion grabs Johnny by the throat. 

"Thanks for the feast. We will take the whole menu." and the thing that was Dillion's teeth clinch into the flesh of Johnny's face. Then the teeth tears the face away from the skull. The crowd screams as Johnny's twitching, faceless body stumbles, then falls before them. The thing that was Dillion stands before the crowd and speaks.

"Now, let's see if any of you can save face."
It wipes blood from its mouth, laughing.

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Hello..Frowny again. Just saying thanks for reading. Come enjoy our nightmares again sometime.