Time To Dig Up A Corpse

By Shantnu Tiwari

 

4 short stories I wrote as a challenge, on a single theme: A man must dig up a corpse.

 

Each of the four stories is a different genre: Horror, Crime, Sci-fi, and even a comedy!

 

Till Death Do Us Part

 

A man kills and buries his wife, only to find she has returned as a ghost. So he must dig up her grave to confirm if she's really dead….

 

Mr Teddy Bear Digs Up Mrs Bear

 

This is a comedy version of the story before. Mr Teddy Bear kills his wife Mrs Bear, but she just refuses to stay dead…

 

The Middle Finger

 

A man has just finished burying his wife after murdering her. Just one last thing to do but just then, a police officer knocks on his door. A crime story.

 

Goodnight, My Love

 

Hundreds of years into the future, when Earth has died, an astronaut returns to Earth for one final task…

• Language: English
• Publisher: Shantnu Tiwari
• Release date: Nov 25, 2022
• ISBN: 9798201099404

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TILL DEATH DO US PART

TILL DEATH DO US PART

A man kills and buries his wife, only to find she has returned as a ghost.

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So he must dig up her grave to confirm if she’s really dead….

1

It was time. Time to dig up a corpse.

The thunder flashed as soon as I opened my door. At the same time, a black dog barked. If I had been superstitious, I would have paused.

I wasn’t.

Besides, what I was doing was important, and I couldn’t let silly superstition stop me.

I had to dig up my wife’s dead body from the cold hard ground.

I put the shovel and torch in a black bag and flung it over my shoulder. All I needed now was a black face mask to complete the effect of a thief.

But I wasn’t a thief. I was an honest man. Who just had to do what he had to do.

The weather station had given out a yellow warning: High winds, possible flooding, stay indoors.

It was already getting dark and people were starting to move their stuff indoors. Nobody was foolish enough to leave the house at this time.

Except me.

The wife wouldn’t dig herself out of her grave now, would she?

Unless she was a ghost or a zombie, which was looking to be more and more likely.

My neighbour saw me going out. The idiot was putting away his prized yellow roses. In case the storm destroyed them. The poor flowers were going into his shed.

He saw me and raised an eyebrow. Okay, Pat? Dangerous night to go out.

Mind your own business, I thought and smiled.

Yeah, well. Friend needs help. Car trouble.

Can’t he call the AA?

Cheeky bastard. What business of this was his? I smiled even wider.

He doesn’t have AA. Besides, he’s just ’round the corner. I’ll be back in a jiffy.

I see. Well, take care. They are saying the winds could be up to thirty miles an hour. You need to be inside as soon as you can.

And I will be. As soon as I dig that bitch out of her grave. Cheerio.

See you.

He wasn’t kidding about the strong winds. As soon as I reached the main street, the wind almost blew me off the footpath and onto the road. I was lucky the road was empty at this time of the night or I would have gotten squashed for sure.

And it started to rain.

Slowly at first, but each drop was as thick as a bug. And they hit me hard on my skin. The harsh yellow streetlight flickered in the storm. It was going to be a hard night. It was going to be a long night.

But a man had to do what a man had to do.

I had to confirm the bitch was dead.

2

We had been married for ten years. After a year, I knew she wasn’t the one for me. She knew the