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The Funeral

This is the Zepotha book that was needed. This is inspired by the TikTok 1984 Horror Movie Zepotha, I didn't see anyone else writing it or making it into a film, so I took it into my own hands. I am not using all the lore, because some contradicts other parts of the lore. I will do my best on uploading new parts as fast as I can, but I am not always free to, I will try to make a schedule if it gets too sparse.

Trigger Warning: Death, blood, funerals, suicide.

The funeral was still two hours away but the group felt like time was going too fast. The report said he overdosed, but it didn't make sense. He never touched a drug, he was leaving for college in Missouri on Monday. They sat in silence waiting for someone to move or cough.

Clyde was found dead at his house by his mother. He was slumped sitting at the kitchen table, a glass of lemonade half gone in front of him. There was no sign of anyone else there, but the group felt he was murdered. Clyde was the straightest of any of them, he had a good future ahead of him, and his family life was the best it'd ever been. He was always open with the group, he'd been depressed a year ago, but he got help and told them the therapy was working.

Finally, Cole, a tall blonde boy, speaks, "Hey, at least he can't leave us now."

The group laughs in relief that someone could find a way to lighten the mood a little. The silence came back, though not as heavy, there was a lightness to the sadness and grief they still felt. They seemed just the slightest bit closer and the smallest bit more okay with what happened.

The group leader, Danny, stands as the clock reads one in the afternoon. He was Clyde's best friend, they shared everything. Even the leadership, which was now solely on his shoulders. He slowly and carefully helped the group stand and head out the door to the funeral home. Zepotha is a small town in Illinois, and it showed. The funeral home was a shared building with the only church in town. The entire town was made up of 500 people, all invited to Clyde's service, the burial, however, was left just for his family and his large group of friends.

Danny leads everyone to their seats, while he sits between Cole and Clyde's mother and father. He shares a sad smile with them, Clyde was their only child. The pastor takes the small stage with the casket in front of him, closed. He begins his service and the group of friends try to listen, but can't seem to focus. At the end, Danny is asked to go up and speak.

"Clyde was the best friend anyone could ask for. He was a well-loved member of our group. He will be missed. I-" He struggles to continue reading what he's written down, tears smearing the ink, " I never got to say goodbye to him-" He starts crying harder and he steps down from the stage.

The rest of the group is sobbing with him as well as his parents. The burial goes by in a blur and the group is back at Michael's. It isn't much, but it's theirs. Michael was given the dethatched garage his parents never used as his own little apartment. They all sat wherever they could, there was only a small loveseat, a chair, and his bed. They ordered pizza and ate in silence. There's nothing they could think of saying to help ease any pain anyone was facing, not even Cole.

Cole and Danny were sitting knee to knee on the floor along with Alaine, Robbie, and Rey. Jasmine sat on Alex's lap on the chair, while Maxine, Neil, Michael, and Vincent sat on the bed. Lydia and Kalani are half asleep on the loveseat, their heads resting on each other. Rita stands at the door watching everyone closely before joining the group on the floor. She lays her head on Danny's shoulder. In two days it would be Monday, the day they start school. None of them were ready, none of them even had their school schedules that they were supposed to pick up yesterday.

Slowly, the sun starts to set on the group and slowly they all start to head home. Soon enough Michael is alone, and he cries, he hadn't cried at the funeral or after he got the news Clyde had died. He felt like he had to be the strongest of everyone because he never acted like he'd cared before. However, for the first time, he'd realized he doesn't like the idea of everyone leaving him. He shakily pulls out a cigarette and lights it, taking a long deep breath, letting the stress roll off him. He lets the breath out and stomps the cigarette out before heading to bed.

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deerlirium

What people must understand is that I don’t care if the saw movies are good. I simply enjoy watching people in gory murder traps and then finding out why they’re in the gory murder traps, and then watching another guy denying that he’s killing anybody by putting them in gory murder traps and waxing philosophical about how making people cut off parts of their body or like crawl through glass or something is actually a metaphor for rebirth. Can I not enjoy the simple things in life

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mothercain

doing past life regressions just to watch my husband die from tuberculosis on our tobacco farm

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i drag him out the screen door and down the front porch steps, he says he wants to stare at the sky as he dies. i don’t know the first thing about farming tobacco.