I was at home with my daughter when my husband’s friend called.
“Fred… Nola, I’m sorry. He’s gone.” I broke down, sobbing hysterically – this just couldn’t be happening!
The doctor said it was a heart attack.
Before the cremation, we gathered all our family and loved ones to say goodbye.
Gosh, I was devastated, couldn’t believe that it was really my husband lying in that casket.
I walked up to him to kiss him one last time.
So, I leaned over the casket and… froze in horror at what I saw. DEAR LORD. there was a tiny flutter at the corner of his mouth.
At first, I thought my grief was making me imagine things—but then his lips twitched again, unmistakably.
My heart lurched.
“Fred?” I whispered, my voice trembling.
A faint groan escaped him.
I stumbled back, gasping, as chaos erupted around me—family members shouting, the funeral director rushing forward.
Someone yelled to call an ambulance.
Within minutes, paramedics stormed in, checking his pulse.
“He’s alive! Weak, but alive!” one of them declared.
I couldn’t move.
My tears of grief had turned into tears of shock and disbelief.
I had been ready to let him go forever… and here he was, clawing his way back from the edge of death—literally in his coffin.
And deep inside, through the fear and relief, one chilling thought took root: If he was alive this whole time… who signed his death certificate?
The paramedics wheeled Fred out, still pale and barely conscious, while the guests stood frozen, whispering in disbelief.
My legs felt like lead as I followed, my mind spinning.
At the hospital, the doctor came out after what felt like hours. His tone was uneasy.
“He wasn’t dead, Mrs. Nola. His vital signs were extremely faint—so faint our instruments might have missed them. But…” He hesitated. “This shouldn’t have happened if the examination was done properly.”
I stared at him. “Are you saying someone wanted this to happen?”
The doctor didn’t answer—he just glanced toward the hallway where Fred lay, hooked up to machines, then back at me. “You should talk to your husband… when he’s strong enough. He may have answers you need.”
When I finally stepped into Fred’s room, his eyes fluttered open. His voice was raspy, but his words were clear enough to send ice through my veins:
“They tried to bury me alive… and I know who it was.”