An Urban Legend retold by
Marion Pellicano Ambrose
My great-great
grandmother, ill for quite some time, finally passed away after lying in a coma
for several days. My great-great grandfather was devastated beyond belief, as
she was his one true love and they had been married over 50 years. They were
married so long it seemed as if they knew each other's innermost thoughts.
After the doctor
pronounced her dead, my great-great grandfather insisted that she was not. They
had to literally pry him away from his wife's body so they could ready her for
burial.
Now, back in
those days they had backyard burial plots and did not drain the body of its
fluids. They simply prepared a proper coffin and committed the body (in its
coffin) to its permanent resting place. Throughout this process, my great-great
grandfather protested so fiercely that he had to be sedated and put to bed. His
wife was buried and that was that.
That night he
woke to a horrific vision of his wife hysterically trying to scratch her way
out of the coffin. He phoned the doctor immediately and begged to have his
wife's body exhumed. The doctor refused, but my great-great grandfather had
this nightmare every night for a week, each time frantically begging to have
his wife removed from the grave.
Finally the
doctor gave in and, together with local authorities, exhumed the body. The
coffin was pried open and to everyone's horror and amazement, my great-great
grandmother's nails were bent back and there were obvious scratches on the
inside of the coffin.
GEEZ!!! That scared the shit outta me! LOL! Reminds of something from the old show, "Night Gallery." :-)
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