Haunted by The Dead

A postman paced back and forth in front of a large house, clutching a small box in one hand.

“No, it can’t be, it can’t be. I’m in trouble” the postman muttered, biting his finger. He walked toward a white door, then abruptly turned back and hurried to his car. Glancing back at the house, he walked swiftly, his eyes occasionally darting towards the looming structure. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead, and his complexion turned pale. His fingers tapped nervously on the small box.

He stared at the box, a small red package sealed perfectly with white tape. His name and address were written neatly on top of it.

“This can’t be real. She can’t be real,” he insisted, clinging to his disbelief. He opened his car door and once again cast a wary glance at the house. Then he swore, “I know this is a joke. It must be a joke. I won’t run for some s*#%ty jokes.”

He slammed the door and started marching toward the house, his pale face contorted with anger. One of his hands gripped the box tightly.

“You’ll see, I’m not a weak man. You can’t trick me. A dead woman should stay dead. I’ll kill you twice if I must,” he said to reassure himself.

Once inside the house, he immediately ran to the second floor, moving as though he owned the place. The layout of the rooms was incredibly familiar to him, and he seemed to know exactly where she would be.

He entered a big bedroom on the second floor and immediately checked the bathroom. There was a woman’s lifeless body lying on the floor. She wore a cream-colored sleeping gown, her eyes and mouth wide open, dried tears streaking her face. Her body was covered in blood. One hand clutched a knife planted in her stomach, while the other lay limp on the floor.

“I know you are dead. You should be, you should be,” he said, certain.

He approached her lifeless body, kneeling beside her. He lifted the knife from her stomach and coagulated blood oozed out of her body. He stared at the wounds that started to bleed again. Then he stabbed the knife repetitively at her. More blood coming out of the body. He looked relieved. His body fell to the floor, leaning against the cabinet behind him.

He walked down to the first floor and continued to the main door. He glanced back at the second floor before leaving the house. As he walked to his car, he lifted the box in his hand and scoffed. Then he threw it into the bushes. Entering his car, he hit the road towards his next destination.

After 20 minutes of driving, he entered the highway. Suddenly, the radio turned on by itself, playing her favorite song. Annoyed, he looked at the radio. His finger pressed the power button without taking his eyes off the road, but the radio wouldn’t turn off. Confused, he pressed it multiple times, but the radio remained on. Frustrated, he glanced at the radio and began hitting it repeatedly. When he looked up, he noticed the red box was already on his dashboard.

All of a sudden, he slammed the brakes, causing a massive incident on the highway. A large truck collided with his car from behind, the impact so forceful that it propelled his car forward. His car struck another vehicle in front of him before flipping multiple times on the road. His seatbelt couldn’t restrain him from the constant blows; his body was thrown in every direction, bumping against the steering wheel and windows.

Two hours after the incident, the police and ambulance arrived. They found the postman’s body inside the car unrecognizable. His face was severely damaged from the multiple impacts. The police also discovered the red box inside his car, already open. It contained a positive pregnancy test and a note.

We will be parents soon and live together, forever!

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1. This article originally published at medium.com
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