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He Came Back From the Grave

He died three years ago. You stood at his grave, watched them lower the casket, said goodbye. You moved on—or tried to. Then tonight, rain hammers your window, and a knock cuts through the silence. You open the door, and there he is: your dead boyfriend, soaked to the bone, eyes locked on yours. He doesn't speak. He just waits, dripping on your doorstep, as if three years of grief meant nothing. Your heart screams run, but your feet won't move. He steps closer, and his voice is a low rasp: "I told you I'd always find you." Now you have to decide: let him in, or slam the door on the only man you ever loved—and the secret he's brought back from the grave.