The Buried Giant Novels & Stories

"He must've been so desperate to live off a woman that he has lost his mind. To think he's pretending to be a dead man, whose body must've turned to dust by now!" "I know, right? I can't believe he's trying to pass himself off as the husband of the richest woman in the city! He should take a good look at himself in the mirror first." Suppressing my rage, I ignored the chatter around me and walked toward my parents' urns, which had been used to prop up some flowerpots. I wanted to dig them out of the soil and rebury them properly, but Melissa beat me to it. She kicked the urns with her sharp heels, and they shattered instantly. My parents' ashes spilled across the ground, mixing in with the d

The first guard immediately dialed Alexander’s number. “Boss, we found her.” He said and Alexander’s voice came through almost instantly. “Keep following her. Don’t lose sight of her.” He said but the guard hesitated briefly before speaking again. “Sir…something is wrong.” He said suddenly and Alexander’s expression darkened immediately. “What happened?” He asked. “She just buried her daughter.” Silence followed on the other side of the line. Then Alexander spoke again, his voice much colder than before. “Connect me to your location.”

Clutching the ring tightly, Greg let out a hoarse, agonizing cry. Three days later, I was buried in the national cemetery, right alongside my parents. Every one of our friends from school came to my funeral, except for Chloe. After barely escaping Greg’s knife with her life, Chloe began to lose her mind, claiming that she could see ghosts. As a result, she was sent away to a mental asylum to be treated. As for the friends who had attended the birthday party that night, they all tacitly agreed never to speak of what happened again. Greg had told them to take it as a bad dream and forget it as quickly as possible, lest they go crazy themselves.

Because if I did— And he wasn’t real— “I saw you,” I said, my voice trembling despite everything. “I saw—” My throat tightened. “I buried you.” The words hung between us. He didn’t react the way I expected. No denial. No confusion. Just… Understanding. “I know,” he said quietly. My chest tightened. “You’re dead,” I whispered. The word felt wrong even as I said it. Because he didn’t look dead. Didn’t feel like absence. He felt like—

I had four days left before the poison consumed my organs entirely. All I wanted was to spend whatever time I had left with the woman I loved, but I could not reach her. The next day, I learned that Enzo Marchetti, the first love she had never forgotten, had returned from overseas. "Let's get divorced. The love of my life is back." I clutched my chest as a searing pain tore through it. "I'm at the family hospital. I've been poisoned. The doctors won't let me leave.” Her voice turned sharp and cruel. "I don't care if you're poisoned or dying. Even if you drop dead the next second, you need to come back and sign the papers." The last trace of warmth inside me went cold. I answered calmly,