After Refusing the Widow, the Male Corpse Shared My Face

To carry on the family line, my parents forced me to marry the widow in our village, the one said to have doomed three husbands to their deaths. I fought with everything I had to get away, and hid out in the unmarked graveyard. Sheltering behind the badly rotted corpse of a man was the only thing that kept me from being dragged back. When day broke, I planned to head back to the city for school. Before leaving, I wanted to bury the dead man, to repay him for saving my life. But just as I finished digging the grave and was about to lower his body in.