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Storyteller's Cabin |
As she danced, she became colder and stiffer until she was as stiff as a board. The ambulance was called, and she was rushed to a hospital. The doctors pronounced her dead - but she was alive! She could hear every word everyone said, and see everything that was happening. She just couldn't move or speak. Soon, she was lying in state in the same funeral parlor, with her family and friends coming by and crying. She tried to move or cry out, but she couldn't.
The funeral director came in and closed the lid on her casket. And the next day, the casket was taken to the graveyard. And she could hear the gravediggers working:
"Did you hear what happened at the funeral home this morning?" said one of them.
"No, what?" said the other as they threw shovel fulls of dirt onto her casket.
"A young mortician's assistant heard a knocking sound in one of the caskets. Well, he opened it up, and a young girl in a slip climbed out. She said she'd been the victim of a voodoo ritual. Someone had given her a dress dusted with that zombie powder, so she seemed dead when she wasn't."
"Huh," said the first gravedigger. "I wonder what happened to that dress."
And then the girl couldn't hear anything else....
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