Anna’s hands trembled as she clutched the edge of the metal table for support. Her dreams of wealth and escape felt distant, overshadowed by this chilling encounter. She had crossed a line, and now it felt as though the universe was pushing back, reminding her of the sanctity of life and death, of respect and morality.
Desperate to shake off her fear, Anna forced herself to take deep breaths, trying to regain composure. Her logical mind fought to assert itself, grasping for any rational explanation. Perhaps it was a muscle spasm, a post-mortem reflex she hadn’t encountered before. Yes, that was it—a muscle spasm, nothing more. The dead didn’t come back to life, and they certainly didn’t guard their possessions from the likes of her.
