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A woman is haunted by the ghost of her dead husband.

Submitted:Jun 13, 2014    Reads: 113    Comments: 2    Likes: 1   

The Funeral

By Joseph Logsdon

Joan Davis was the saddest woman in the world. Her husband was a kind man, but his kindness did not save him from getting killed in Afghanistan. She mourned his death and prayed for his body to be sent home. At first, Joan resented the fact that her husband had left her to fight in America's longest war. However, she eventually realized that her husband was only doing his duty. Despite her love for her husband, Joan had an affair with a young boxer named John Williams. During the height of the war, Joan was very lonely and her husband was not there to comfort her. She didn't want to betray him, but she needed warmth and guidance. John Williams loved her like no other man could. As time passed, Joan began to question her relationship with the young boxer. She wanted to end the affair. However, she soon received the news that her husband had been killed in action. Joan was devastated, grief-stricken, and miserable. Despite her sadness, Joan made the decision to continue her affair with the young man.

Joan stared at her husband's body and wept. His funeral was expensive, but money was no object. In the end, Joan wanted to make up for her sinful mistake.

"Did you love him?" John asked.

"Of course I did."

"Then why did you cheat on him?"

"Do we really have to talk about this?"

"I would like to know, Joan. What if I have to go on tour one day and you have an affair with someone? I don't mean to be rude, especially at your husband's funeral. I just want to make sure that you love me."

"I'm a tired woman, John. I don't have time for your paranoid questions. John, I don't have the energy to cheat on you. I want you to know that you are enough for me, that you could never disappoint me."

"You're a very sweet woman, you know that?"

"This day isn't about me. I loved my husband, I really did. This day is going to be in honor of him, John."

"I understand."

"He was kind, gentle, and spirited. We had a good marriage, a happy marriage. That dreadful war separated us, John. Do you know what it's like to be separated from the one you love?"

"I'm afraid not. However, I can understand the pain that you're feeling. Joan, I want you to forget about him."

A look of anger appeared on Joan's face.

"What do you mean?"

"Remembering him is obviously causing you pain."

"And I will continue to feel pain as long as I'm alive! What do you know about pain, Johnny? You've fought in the ring, but you haven't experienced true suffering. I hate myself for loving you, for giving myself to you. I wish I were dead!" she shouted.

Suddenly, a crowd formed around Joan. To her surprise, everyone in the room was staring at her. Despite her fear, Joan stared back. The room was silent, awkward, and tense. In that moment, it seemed like the entire world had put a spotlight on Joan Davis.

"What are you people staring at? Haven't you seen a grieving widow before? You people didn't come here for my husband, nor did you come here to see me. You came so you could laugh at me! Well, why aren't you laughing?"

"Joan, calm down," John pleaded.

"Don't tell me to calm down! You people are disgusting, you know that? You stand here and eat, drink, and laugh on the worse day of my life!"

"They're just trying to help," John said.

"Get the fuck out of here!" Joan shouted.

Within minutes, the funeral home was empty. Joan was alone and nothing seemed to comfort her. After several seconds, she walked to the casket and stared at her husband.

"I'm so sorry. I love you, I really do. When I was a girl, I dreamed of a knight in shining armor. I know this is a foolish thing to say, but you were that knight."

Joan cried, shouted, and grieved as the night continued. She looked at her husband's dead face and thought about what could have been. Suddenly, his eyes came open. At first, Joan failed to notice the unnatural phenomena that was occurring before her. After a few moments, she looked him straight in the eye and saw that he was alive. His eyes were cold, empty, and full of hatred.

"Joan," he said.

Joan screamed and ran out the door. Within seconds, she was running through the streets and asking for help. The night was like the devil and everything seemed to be against her. A car swerved, avoiding a head-on collision with Joan Davis.

"Someone help me!" Joan pleaded.

"Get out of the road!" a man shouted.

Cars, taxis, and motorcycles swarmed around Joan Davis. Suddenly and without warning, Joan's husband appeared in the street. To Joan's surprise, he looked very angry.

"Joan," he said.

"Stay away from me!"

Joan ran as fast as her legs could carry her. Eventually, she came across a police officer patrolling the sidewalk.

"Will you help me?" Joan pleaded.

"What seems to be the trouble?"

"There's a man after me."

"What does he look like?"

Joan suddenly saw her husband standing beside the police officer.

"There he is!"


"Beside you."

"Lady, there's no one beside me."

"Why can't you see him?" she asked.

The police officer's face suddenly turned stern and seriousness entered his voice.

"I think you should come along with me."

Joan witnessed the police officer getting out a pair of handcuffs. In that moment, she finally realized that no one was going to help her.

"Miss, I insist you come along with me."

"Don't touch me!" Joan shouted.

Joan ran from the police officer, causing him to pursue her.

"Stop!" commanded the police officer.

Joan would not stop. In her delicate mind, the world was out to get her and nothing could be done to stop it. For the second time, Joan ran into the street. The lights of the cars blinded her and the noise was too much for her small ears to bear. Once again, Joan saw her husband standing before her.

"What do you want? she asked.

"I forgive you," he said.

Those were the last words that Joan Davis herd. As she attempted to leave the street, a bus crushed her body. Within seconds, Joan Davis was dead. However, she died knowing that she had been forgiven.


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