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I remember little of what happened after Barkis murdered me. I remember falling into blackness, flailing my long limbs, screaming to no one. I was scared. I was so scared. Anyone would be. I had just died. The man I loved had just wrapped his hands around my neck and choked the air out of me. Now, I was falling into nothing, losing everything.

THUD! I landed on cold hard ground, still screaming, giving great keening wails, I don't know what had possessed me, in life, I never shrieked so. People crowded all around. They were all talking saying "new arrival". Arrival? Where had I arrived? I Looked up from my now dirty dress and saw all around me- corpses. Corpses, in various states of decay, some still with flesh, other all bone. This added to my terror, and I shrieked louder and though I was dead, felt tears rush down my face.

"HELP ME!" I shrieked, reaching my arms out.

They were talking all at once, and I continued to scream and scream. They were at a loss for what to do. I wanted to shout:

"Ask me! Ask me what's happened! I've been murdered!"

I so wanted to say something, desperately. But I couldn't, I just couldn't. My hysteria was keeping me from speaking. If I had cried this much in life, I would've begun to hiccup, but I could not. I was dead. The thought of being dead dawned on me again as I remembered hiccuping and I keened louder. People were putting their arms around me, dead strangers were holding me and finally, someone asked: "What's happened to you young woman?"

I looked up and saw that an old bent skeleton had entered the room. He had a long old beard and a pair of spectacles balanced on the bridge of his, well he didn't really have a nose anymore being a skeleton. He bent, down creakily and looked me right in the face and asked again:

"What has happened to you girl?"
"I-I-I- w-w-w-w-a-a-s-s…" I didn't even finished I started sobbing again.

The Old Skeleton turned and said to someone: "Fetch the poor girl some whiskey, Emil"

I looked up saw Emil, just a head, supported by cockroaches. Oh god. I'm not quite sure how the whiskey was brought to me, for I was still wailing, while a plump decaying woman pet my dark hair from under my veil. The whiskey was put to my lips and I was commanded gently to take a sip. I did and woah! It burnt, though not was badly as it would've had I been alive! I felt calmer, and the shock of the whiskey stopped my tears.

"Now," the old skeleton began.

"Can you tell us what happened?"

"I-I-I-I w-was murdered." I said softly. There was a gasp and murmurs all around me.

"We've never had a murder before," Someone whispered.

"I know! And Emil doesn't count was murder, he was executed during The Terror in France!" Someone else said.

"I would count that as murder," I heard Emil sniff.

"QUIET!" the old skeleton, shouted. Everyone shut up.

"Who did it?" he asked taking my hand in his bony one.

"My fiancée," I whispered.

"He-he strangled me."

More murmuring. I was still crouched on the floor, the old skeleton and the plump woman still holding onto me.

"Come on Mrs. Plum, help me get her up" the old skeleton said.

"What's your name Miss?"

"Emily," I said clutching my flowers to me.

"Come Emily, let's get you adjusted" they said.