Encore In Death Novels & Stories

Sometime later, she seemed to have gotten nightmares as she suddenly jolted awake. She used to be so afraid of the dark, but now, she was sitting alone in a huge graveyard. "I miss you, Leo. I want to talk to you. Please talk to me. Please respond to me, okay?" she pleaded humbly. I hovered beside her, carefully spreading my arms so that I wouldn't pass through her body. I pretended that I could still actually hug her. I kept her company for three days and three nights. Coincidentally, this went on until my death anniversary. At that moment, I had been dead for exactly a decade.

Why would there be a cemetery inside a forest? He stepped inside and started looking around. Soon he realized that it had tombstones only of the Astley family. All the ancestors as far as they had known. As he walked forward, he could look at the recent ones. He realized the pattern and ran towards the end. As he had thought, he saw the tombstone of the last leader. Louis Astley. It was written that he had passed away 6 years ago. He started looking around it. He saw the tombstone of Catherine Astley as well, she had passed away with him. Ryan didn’t know how they had died but knew that it had something to do with the Scotts. But he couldn’t ask them anything; he was just an employee for the

we are here. I opened doors at the same time Vince did it too. Three kids. Two boys and one girl was laying on the ground under shrub even if it was impossible to say who was who, only long girls' hair and clothes managed to put away a veil of unknowing. Their bodies were dry they looked like mummies. On their faces were frozen smiles. My poisons made their death feel like heaven because of that they died with a smile on them and it froze even after death. One more gift to a death god...he was there...he knew it that I will break...and he was angry that I waited so long. And he will be angrier about what I will do. -"Make a cross" Vince looked at me surprised. "No, make three crosses and pu

"If so, please sign. The funeral home is waiting to carry out the cremation." Mom didn't take the document. Her gaze swept around the entire room. After a long moment, she suddenly forced an ugly smile that looked grotesque. "This must be a lie! To think the police are colluding with Flora to put on a show. Is this fun for you? The makeup looks pretty real. But if you think you can fool me, you're far from it!" As she spoke, she reached out to tug at my already cold body on the bed. "Flora, stop putting on this pathetic act in front of me. Do you think pretending to be dead will work? Let me tell you—"

"Look around. There are over 300 people on this set. How many shifts do you think you'd have to pull as a corpse just to pay for all that?" Mom and Dad were stunned by Gilbert's attitude toward me, their eyes flaring with indignation. But I kept my smile in place. "Not just coffee. Lunch is on me, too." With that, I shrugged off Gilbert's contempt and turned to Priscilla. "Can we make that happen?" Without a word, she pulled out her phone and made a quick call. Not long after, the coffee and catering arrived. Gilbert and the rest of the crew stood there, their jaws on the floor. After all, just two days ago, I'd been face-down in the dirt playing a corpse—the absolute lowest rung on the prod

Evan squeezed harder, making Carmen cough. "Die!" "Do you really want me dead? Don't you want to know where Lyra's head is?" Carmen used the last of her strength to say this. Evan froze for a moment before slowly releasing his grip. After a while, Carmen got up and opened the fridge. There were two glass jars inside with my head and kidney both soaking in formaldehyde.

He returned with a suitcase full of winter clothes, a tennis racket, and a framed wedding photo. They stared at it. “WHY WOULD YOU PACK MEMORIES, DAVE?!” “I PANICKED!” Another contraction. She grabbed his collar. “If I die, I am haunting you.” “Fair.” “If I survive, I’m still haunting you.” “Also fair, besides you should have told me about this I wouldn’t have bothered making all those plans.” Dave whispers to himself. “Meaning?!” “Nothing” They waddled toward the door. Dave tried to be supportive. “Breathe, sweetheart, like the class taught us.”

Just silence. Her name is Mira, and she’s been sent to clean the old mansion once a week. Though no one she works with has ever stayed past the first visit. There are whispers, of course. Of the reclusive billionaire who owns the estate. Of what happened to his fiancée years ago. Of why he never shows his face in public. But Mira doesn’t believe in ghosts. Only in debts. And this job pays triple. Inside, the air is cold and heavy. The floors groan beneath her boots. Each portrait along the corridor seems to follow her with shadowed eyes. She pauses at the grand staircase, setting down her cleaning kit, brushing her fingers along the old banister.

"Listen to this! Listen carefully to the audio and tell me what you mean by this!" The vicious recording was played again from the phone. Jayson's face turned deathly pale, his eyes filled with unconcealed terror. But he still tried to deny it, attempting to turn the situation around with his horrible acting. "No, wait, this isn't me! It's made with AI! Joshua must have gotten someone to do it! He's trying to frame me!" "Joshua is dead!" Mom screamed, lunging at Jayson and grabbing his neck in a chokehold. "He's been dead for three years! You killed him! It was you!"

"How could it be a devised plan? Gigi and I genuinely loved each other." "I believe in that. It is true that you genuinely loved each other, but it is also true that it was one of their plans." She took out her phone to show him the pictures she took at the cemetery. "Look at this." The familiar place in the picture angered him. "What have you done? This is disrespectful to the dead! How could you—" He stopped midway through his words as he could tell that the skeleton in the coffin was of small animals. The picture was in high resolution, so he could tell that at first glance.