
Midnight Funeral: My Client Isn't Human
AuthorKSCN
Paranormal
CompletedWhen Death Is Just Clocking In, Rules Are Your Only Lifeline After a car accident, Owen Grant glimpsed a warm white light at death's edge. He thought he'd survived, but on the night of his hospital discharge, a cold electronic voice forcibly bound him: [Twilight Funeral Home system binding successful. Please report to 44 Willow Lane before 23:55. Consequences for being late or refusing: soul annihilation.] At midnight, he pushed open the funeral home door that shouldn't exist. Operating only from 00:00-04:00 AM, it served not the living, but souls trapped by obsession, unable to rest. His job was simple—complete the "Last Wish Lists" in the Black Envelopes from the drawer: Find her ring, place it on "me in the mirror's" finger, speak that overdue apology... Find his Teddy Bear, put it "by mother's bedside," then turn off the light... Find her dancing shoes, give them to "the dancer at the Garden entrance," tell her "it's time for the final curtain"...







