Died in the Coffin My Parents Prepared for Me

On the sixth day, a foul odor began to permeate the house.

I was perched atop the coffin lid, watching my parents arrange Emily's favorite items around it—a stack of video games, bundles of play money, and elegant dresses.

All of which were Emily's favorites.

Mom, tears welling up in her eyes, voiced her worries. "I wonder where my Emily has been drifting these days. Is she cold? Hungry? Are there other spirits bothering her? She's so sensitive, what if she gets hurt?"

Dad put his arm around her, his brow furrowed. "Tomorrow is Emily's seventh day since passing. When she comes back, we'll make sure she has everything she needs."

As Mom dabbed at her eyes, she turned to the coffin and sternly said, "Sarah, your sister will be back tomorrow. Keep quiet in there; we don't want you upsetting her, got it?"

I remained silent, and Dad, clearly annoyed, grumbled, "Sarah, don't push your luck. Seems like you haven't spent enough time reflecting. Fine, stay there a bit longer, how about another week?"

As Mom started to speak, the doorbell rang.

It was Mrs. Thompson from next door.

"Hey Hank, what's that stench? It's like something's rotting, and it's seeping into my house!"

Dad paused, his face turning sour. "There's no smell here, you must be mistaken."

With a forceful slam of the door, he muttered under his breath, "What's she on about? Saying our house stinks. I don't smell anything. Absolutely ridiculous."

Mom looked lost for a moment as she stared at the coffin; then, anger flashed across her face. "Sarah, I know you're just holding your breath in there to spite us. Well, keep it up. But tomorrow, when we open this coffin, we'll see if you can continue your charade."

A bitter laugh escaped my lips.

Mom, I don't have to pretend anymore.

Because I'm already dead.

And now, you won't have to deal with your troublesome, unwanted daughter ever again.

As the summer heat intensified, the smell grew unbearable. Neighbors held their noses as they passed; those who couldn't ignore it confronted my parents, only to be angrily turned away.

My parents seemed oblivious to the odor, happily anticipating Emily's spirit's return.

The seventh day arrived.

My parents were already stationed by the coffin early in the morning.

I was also curious about how this supposed guru would bring Emily's spirit back.

He was scheduled for midnight, but the doorbell rang in broad daylight.

They exchanged looks and hurried to the door.

Upon opening it, they were met with a shock.

There stood Emily, lip quivering, eyes filled with tears, the same Emily who had supposedly drowned.

She rushed into their arms like a puppy rushing back to its mom.

Then she started sobbing, "Mom, Dad, I'm so glad to see you again."

The moment she spoke, Mom's shock turned to joy and thrill that she finally had her precious daughter back.

"Emily, is that really you?"

Frantically, she checked Emily over. "You're alive?"