XXVIII
You take a deep breath before tossing
the blankets to the floor. A sudden
breeze grabs your attention, turning your head to face the window. However, not even a single gap was in the
boards.
You return your stare toward the bed,
and startling you, is an old decaying corpse lying in the bed. Strands of gray hair hang from its head, and
it has thin, wrinkled, and pale skin.
The eyes had long gone; in their place are two empty eye sockets. The corpse is wearing the same clothes you
are wearing.
Very slowly, almost unnoticeably, the
cadaver raises its hand to your throat.
Its mouth opens, as if attempting to speak. You instinctively grab a stick lying on the
floor.