You Should’ve Buried Me Deeper

Lena thought the nightmare ended the night she buried him deep, silent, final. But now, with the storm still lingering in the air and the porch light casting long, twitching shadows, someone is knocking. Steady. Patient. Familiar. It’s him. The man she watched die. The man she buried.

As the hours crawl by and the figure outside refuses to leave, Lena is forced to confront the impossible. His voice is the same. His presence feels real. But there’s something off something hollow in his smile, something missing behind his eyes.

He doesn't force his way in. He waits. Watching. Smiling. As if he knew this moment would come.