At the funeral of a young woman, four men could not raise the coffin, and then her grieving mother demanded that it be opened.
The atmosphere reflected the sorrow: heavy clouds, damp air, and a restless breeze moving the cemetery trees. At first, nothing seemed unusual, just another somber farewell—until it took eight men to lift the coffin. It appeared elegant: dark polished wood, glossy surface, and large metal handles.
Inside lay a young woman. Her sudden d3ath surprised everyone who knew her: stunning, intelligent, gentle. She was only twenty-two.
The official cause was called an acci:dent. Still, rumors circulated. Some claimed they saw her crying the day before, others muttered she had been threatening someone.
Nobody knew the truth. Her family pressed for a quick burial. When the moment came to lower the coffin, the bearers gripped the handles.
Suddenly…
“One, two, three!” one man ordered. The coffin barely shifted. “Again!
One, two, three!”
They groaned, exhaled, pushed with all strength—but it would not move. It felt as if it were filled with bricks. “What the hell…?” one bearer muttered, wiping his brow.
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