Kids Shouldn't Go To Funerals

It was Christmas day. I was at a family friends house helping them make thier Christmas dinner. After all i agreed to do it in the first place. I loved to help out whenever i could. After we put the ham in the oven it was my turn to go and take a 30 minute break! While they got started on making the desserts, i got to go to the guest bedroom and take a nap. I got up there and flopped right onto the bed. Within a minute i was asleep. "AUDREY, AUDREY WHERE ARE YOU" i was suddenly awoken by the calling of my name. "IM UP STARIS MOM" i shouted. "GET OUT OF THE HOUSE ITS ON FIRE" i rushed down the stairs panicing more with every step. I turn every direction and there is fire everwhere! "H-help" i turn and see Lukas, My little Brother . I go and grab him and take him outside to safetey. Then, I hear Loud screams from in the house. I rush inside to see if i could help them. Then All of a sudden, everything changed... The whole house was repaired but it was different. I walk over to a calender. No, this cant be... it says "Januaray 23 2018" The date is December 25 2017 though. Confused, I walk out side to find help and then once more everything changed. I was at a funeral. I walk up to the grave. It had my name in it.. I turn and i see people in black coming my way. I attempt to ask whats happening. They diddnt answer. Then i accept the truth, Im dead. I stayed to watch my own funeral. Everybody leaves except my mother. Then suddenly a Slender figure approahes me. Its long arms wrap around me. Then my mother looks up at me. "This is why you couldnt go to funerals." she says over sobs. "Just know i love you." and with that last word the slender figure pulled me inside of him and we became one. we now wait for death to come so we can take his victims.
 -Made by GalacticGryffindor
Category:Creepypasta