31 Horrifying Tales From The Dead Volume 1 PDF Download

Charlie Edwards worked many years at his father's funeral parlor, but Charlie was getting pretty bored talking to the dead every day and not getting any response. So one day he decided he would pick up someone at the local pub. Put something in their drink and drive them back to the funeral parlor. Then he would place them in a casket with a glass top so he could see their face and talk to them. When his drugged victims woke up they weren't too happy to be hanging out at the Edwards Funeral Parlor as Charlie Edwards’ entertainment. Charlie didn't care what they thought because being able to talk to a live person meant everything to Charlie. Charlie would get the same response from the people he drugged. They would plea for Charlie to let them go. Some would offer him money, you name it, but that wasn't his intention. Charlie was just lonely and sick and tired of talking to a bunch of stiffs. Charlie would try to console the person he held captive, but that was no use. Charlie decided if they didn't cooperate he would take them out back to the cemetery and bury them alive for not cooperating. Charlie’s little escapade went on for several months until one of his victims persuaded him to let them out. But that was a bad idea the victim tried to overpower Charlie, but Charlie just pulled out his switchblade knife out of his pocket and stabbed them in the neck. Charlie decided from now on that wasn't going to happen again. As the months went by and the body count piled up in the cemetery Charlie was getting bored again and decided to stop bringing people back to the cemetery to bury alive. Charlie’s victims he buried alive, weren't forgiving. One stormy night Charlie was alone in the funeral parlor eating a sandwich and combing the hair of a dead person in their casket. The lights started flickering on and off because of the storm. Charlie thought he heard a noise coming from outside the funeral parlor. Charlie said to himself, “It sounds like an angry mob of people.” But Charlie just brushed it off and said, “It must be the storm playing with my imagination.” Charlie just shrugged it off as just his imagination playing tricks on him. He started backcombing the dead person’s hair and was more concerned with making sure the dead person looked their best for their funeral in the morning. Then all of a sudden the people Charlie drugged and buried alive in the cemetery were back and ready to take Charlie to the cemetery out back to be buried alive. Charlie said, "What's that noise? It must be the storm." Then the door burst open and Charlie dropped his sandwich on the floor as his eyes flew wide open.