The funeral had just started

Darkness overtakes the room

The spirit is awoken

I make my way to the casket

He blinks

Those murders

What have they done?

Over my shoulder he lies

I make a dash for the exit

They follow

These devils shall not take his soul this easily

I run

I hide

Their footsteps pass

I whistle

He stops

Bring him to the hospital

I do not understand his accent

I hope he can understand mine

This man needs medical help immediately

No reply

He calls someone

No help

I leave the body there in that backseat

I have done my part

Now to clean my hands of this mess

Sirens sound from the distance

Help has come

My good deed done