PART 2: “SHE’S ALIVE!”
The axe slammed into the white coffin so hard the entire funeral room screamed.
Wood exploded across the marble floor.
Guests in black stumbled backward in panic while a maid in a bright orange uniform stood beside the shattered coffin, breathing hard, tears running down her face.
“She’s insane!” someone shouted.
But the maid ignored them.
A man rushed toward her in fury.
“What are you doing?!”
The maid ripped the axe from the cracked lid and screamed back:
“Don’t stop me!”
The room fell into chaos as she dropped to her knees and clawed at the broken wood with trembling hands.
Then suddenly…
She froze.
Her ear pressed against the coffin.
Her face went pale.
“Listen…” she whispered.
At first, nobody heard anything.
Then— Tap.
A tiny sound from inside the coffin.
The husband’s face drained of color.
Another knock came from inside.
Louder this time.
The maid slowly looked up at the horrified mourners, tears spilling down her cheeks.
And in a shaking voice, she said:
“She’s still alive…”
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“STOP—DON’T BURY HER!!!”
The sound hit like a shockwave.
The camera snapped violently—
A woman ran into frame, desperate, unstoppable, and threw herself onto the coffin as if her life depended on it.
“SHE’S ALIVE!”
Gasps erupted. People stepped back. The priest froze mid-prayer.
The father lunged forward instantly, rage overpowering his pain. He grabbed her hard, trying to rip her away.
“GET OUT OF HERE!”
But she clung to the coffin, her fingers digging into the wood, her whole body shaking.
“I saw her move… I swear…”
Her voice cracked, but something in it refused to break.
The wind sharpened under the open sky.
The brightness felt wrong now.
Too still.
Too quiet.
The father’s expression shifted—just slightly.
Doubt.
Then—KNOCK.
A hollow, unmistakable sound.
From inside the coffin.
Everything stopped.
No movement. No breath.
“…what…?”
His voice came out broken, barely there.
Then again—
KNOCK… KNOCK…
Louder this time. Real.
Panic spread like fire. Someone dropped something. The crowd pulled back in fear.
The father climbed onto the coffin, hands shaking uncontrollably.
“OPEN IT! OPEN IT NOW!”
His voice cracked, desperate, terrified.
And then—
From inside—
A faint, muffled voice.
“…dad…”
The world collapsed into silence.
And for the first time…
the father realized the worst thing wasn’t losing her.
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It was burying her alive.
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