At the sound of shovels hitting against a solid object, you awoke to find yourself trapped in a coffin. Panic grew as you began to scream, banging against the ceiling of the coffin. Your cries for help went unheard as every sound near you came to an end. Except for your heavy breathing. Wait. Your heavy breathing?

You became puzzled but ignored it as you continued your useless efforts in trying to get out. Yet the moment your leg hit against a solid limb, you froze.

Slowly turning your head, your eyes met with a pair of glowing red ones. Right when you were about to scream, a dirty, bandaged up hand covered your mouth.

“Can you quit it? Where is your roommate etiquette?? Don’t you know I was sleeping he- wait a minute.”

Though the old bandages covered up the man’s entire appearance, you couldn’t help but notice he was extremely expressive. His red glowing eyes were squinting.

“Who’s your barber? He made you completely bald. You need me to recommend my barber? He’s the best bandage cutter in this place.-“

He offered his other bandaged hand as he smiled.

“Names Monsieur the Mummy, Monsieur for short. Oh right, you can’t speak. Let me just-“

He removed his hand from your mouth, fingerprints of dirt remaining on your cheeks.

What in the world was this corpse saying?! Wait. A corpse was talking. You’ve gone crazy. Are you even alive at this point?!