An airport on the other side of the country called Kyle to let him know that they had apprehended someone in their airport, who was trying to leave the country with his late father’s coffin and body. He was confused, because his father had been cremated five years ago, but they insisted that it was him. We drove to the airport, literally all the way across the country, along with Kyle’s two sisters, and his mom.
When we arrived at the airport, it was mostly deserted, and kind of creepy. An agent approached us and told us that they had apprehended a man who was trying to leave the country with a coffin, and they identified the body as being Kyle’s father. We tried to tell him that that was impossible, and that he had died 5 years ago, and was cremated, but the agent kept insisting that we were the ones who were wrong. We asked how they knew that it was him, but the agent ignored us, and brought us over to a dark, windowless room to fill out paperwork. While we were in the room, another agent burst through the door, and told us that someone had stolen the coffin from where they had been holding it. We asked them where they were holding the man who had had the coffin in the first place, and they told us they had just let him go. We were all really upset.
We walked around the sketchy airport with security, and one of the security guards casually mentioned to us that the airport was connected to a high school, and that he believed that it was probably a student playing a prank. It didn’t make sense to us, but we walked to the high school side anyway, which was literally attached to the airport. One second we were walking through a dark, strange airport, and the next second, the hallways were bright and bustling, and filled lockers and kids.
As a group, we went into one classroom at a time, asking the students if they had seen a coffin anywhere. They all looked at us like we were insane. Kyle, myself, and his younger sister all decided to separate from the group, and went down to the school’s basementto look around. The basement of the school was more like a giant, underground catacomb, with skeletons and flaming torches lining the walls. We went down a long, terrifying corridor, before we came to a large room, which was illuminated by several raging fires, and filled with various coffins.
Among the coffins was an elderly woman, with crazy, white hair, who was dressed in a tattered, Renaissance-esque dress. She was in the process of burning the caskets, and when we shouted out at her to stop, she started screaming about bodies rising from the dead, and how we were all going to die. All three of us lunged at her, but she was freakishly strong, and ended up fighting all of us off before running down the hallway away from us. We rushed to the burning coffins, and opened them one by one. Each one of them was completely empty. Confused, we went back upstairs to the school, and met up with the rest of the group.
When we found the others, they were all laughing, and Kyle’s mom informed us that the airport had made a mistake, and that the coffin and body did not belong to Kyle’s father after all. Kyle’s sisters started screaming at the airport security guys, calling them names, and asking them how they could make a mistake like that, while Kyle, his mom, and I decided to just leave the airport. Kyle’s mom told us that she wanted to go to Golden Corral for lunch, because she was craving blueberry pie, so we went outside to get a cab. There was an elderly woman standing next to us, who was loudly shouting into her phone something about her sister going missing…
And then, I woke up.
My Life as Jan 