Shit!
So fucking unlucky!
Martin looked around; the wilderness was desolate. Apart from the howling wind and rain, everything was eerily quiet.
Clearly, this was no prank.
"No, I can't keep this thing."
He muttered to himself, a determined look flashing in his eyes.
He decided to take this ominous urn to the funeral home.
In his view, the people there should know how to deal with this kind of thing...
"The main thing is, I don't dare to just throw this fucking thing away."
It had become obvious now.
He was probably haunted by something filthy, and it demanded to be "sent back to its hometown."
He probably had to deliver this urn to its place of origin.
How was Martin supposed to send it?
Since he couldn't get rid of it, he would have to pass it on to someone else.
"Big brother, or perhaps big sister, I know you're there. Little brother here really doesn't know how to send you home."
As soon as he finished speaking,
