There was this girl who died in our neighborhood, and me, a cousin of mine, and a friend of mine each volunteered to be pallbearers. The day came for the burial. That night, I dreamed about this girl! She was wearing her burial clothes! She was floating on air, and she was telling me to assemble a search party, preferably the pallbearers, and to dig up her grave, and to never bury her again! Or else, there will be a curse! I was so freaked out, I called my cousin! He said he dreamed the same thing! My friend's house was just across mine, and I knocked frantically on their door, midnight, and I talked to him! Strange, he had the same dream, with the girl saying the same thing! We dug it up, and we haven't buried her, again, since! Her corpse isn't rotting, and it has been replaced in the chapel!
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