The Beginning of the End

 Self-interpretation story:
The world went black as I took my final breath. I thought death would bring me peace, but the darkness only intensified. As my body rested in the casket, I felt cold, gnarled fingers wrap around my wrist and slowly my neck, those gnarly fingers pierced my skin, the hold became tighter and tighter, and finally, it pulled me down into the abyss. Panic set in as I realized I was being dragged towards something unspeakable. I could hear screeching laughter and whispers in the void, taunting me with promises of eternal suffering. Suddenly, a searing pain shot through my body, My body froze for a moment and then I screamed in agony. It was then I realized that death wasn't the end, but only the beginning of my torment.