I Call the Roll for the Dead

At seventeen, to shoot a video, I and three classmates climbed into an abandoned funeral home and staged a funeral. After the performance, when I got home, I had an extra dad. But my dad passed away five years ago. Later I learned that the funeral wasn't something we staged. Someone was waiting for us to perform, waiting for us to open that coffin. There was no corpse in the coffin. Inside there was only a mirror. — Description from novelcodex.orgFull novel: I Call the Roll for the Dead — read the rest free on N​o⁠v​e⁠l​C⁠o​d⁠e​x⁠.​o⁠r​g⁠