The Story of a Mother
A mother, desperate to save her dying child, follows Death through icy forests and perilous trials, driven by love and unwavering hope.
Somewhere between a theorem and a whisper lies this collection: pages steeped in old ink, haunted corridors of memory, and the strange mathematics of fear.
A physicist turned chronicler of the macabre tends to this archive — Buenos Aires nights, forgotten alleys, and voices buried deep beneath the hum of the city. Here, stories do not merely live… they linger.
Never laugh when a hearse goes by,
or you may be the next to die.
First they wrap you in a big white sheet,
then they throw you six feet deep.
It all goes well for about a week,
then your tomb starts to leak.
Ants run in, ants run out.
Ants play pinochle on your spout.
And then your corpse turns a sickening green,
and pus runs out like whipping cream.
So never laugh when hearse goes by,
or you may be the next to die.
Beware what you ask, for it may come to pass...
A mother, desperate to save her dying child, follows Death through icy forests and perilous trials, driven by love and unwavering hope.
Don’t you ever laugh as the hearse goes by, for you may be the next one to die.
An elderly couple, grieving the sudden death of their son, desperately use a cursed monkey’s paw to wish him back to life—only to be met with terrifying consequences at their door.