Rising From the Dead to Torment Me
Six years after my younger brother and my fiancée passed away, I picked out a grave for myself.
Before my final visit to their graves, my mother suddenly said, “Miles, you don’t have to go this year. The truth is that they never died.”
I was startled for a moment before the two of them walked right out of my brother’s room.
My brother, Sean, put on a teasing smile as he draped an arm around the woman beside him.
“I won the bet! I told you my brother would never figure it out.
“Who’s going to be on top tonight, huh, Vera?”
My so-called late fiancée, who used to cry whenever she saw me suffer even the slightest grievance, looked at me with open disdain.
“He’s just too stupid. We’ve been living next door this entire time, yet he never noticed.”
It was only then that I realized my mother forbad me from entering Sean's room, not because it would make her grieve her son again, but because it was directly connected to the house next door.
I was truly too foolish. Right up until a month before my death, I was still thinking about visiting their graves.