The Grave Keeper

55 Fiction

He heard a cry from a newly made grave one night. He bent down and heard the voice.

“Please get me out of here. I’m not dead!”

“The tombstone says you had died few days back.”

“Get me out, you moron!”

“Sorry, now, you better go back to sleep.” He said, walking away from there.

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