The Wax Figure Corpse
Language: en
I died, and the killer turned my corpse into a wax figure, giving it to my brother as a birthday gift. That day, they celebrated wildly next to my body, even smearing cake on my face, laughing and saying "Happy Birthday." It's as if they remembered today was my birthday too, but how could they remember? After all, they didn't even know I was dead, and even if they did, they probably wouldn't care. 1 The day I died, it was raining heavily, probably heavier than any storm you've ever seen. I felt like even my floating soul was soaked through. I hurried back home, hesitating at the…