The Town Smiled at Me When I Arrived… Then I Saw My Own Funeral on the Church Screen Live
CHAPTER 1 — THE FUNERAL THAT WAS STILL HAPPENING
“You shouldn’t be here.”
The taxi driver’s hands tightened on the steering wheel as he stopped at the town sign: WILLOW CREEK.
Claire Morgan frowned.
“I live here.”
The driver let out a nervous laugh.
“No, ma’am… people don’t come back from Willow Creek.”
Before she could respond, he threw her luggage onto the sidewalk.
“Hey—what are you doing?!”
But he was already driving away.
Fast.
Too fast.
Like he was escaping something.
Claire stood alone.
The town was quiet.
Too quiet.
Then she noticed it.
Every person on the street had stopped moving.
All of them.
All at once.
And they were staring at her.
Smiling.
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A woman across the street waved.
Claire hesitated… then waved back.
The woman’s smile widened.
Then she pointed behind Claire.
Claire slowly turned around.
A church stood at the end of the road.
Its doors were wide open.
And from inside… a voice echoed through speakers:
“Let us begin today’s remembrance.”
Claire’s stomach dropped.
A giant screen inside the church flickered on.
And she saw it.
Her face.
Black-and-white photo.
FUNERAL OF CLAIRE MORGAN — TODAY
Claire whispered:
“…That’s impossible.”
The crowd outside the church began walking toward it.
All of them.
Still smiling.
Like they had been waiting for this moment.
Claire backed away slowly.
“No… no, I’m not dead.”
Then a man in the crowd turned his head slightly and said:
May you like
“You are now.”
And the church doors slowly closed behind him.
