Creative Writing: Amanda's Funeral

Muffled sobs and half hearted mumbles rang through the air. "May Our Lord grant peace to his soul.."Priest Winchester droned on; a strong distorted his voice and zig zagged through his hair, causing it to sway to an unknown beat. Anguish ridden eyes glazed as Sam's body lay in it's coffin, mouth opened in a silent cry, eyes stretched wide open as if gazing into an unknown horror. His half torn cheek was fringed with maggots. The gruesome sight sickened many who were very close to the once lively young man.

Amanda sniffled, trying to hold back tears. She was grief ridden and hardly ate or slept anymore in fear of his memory haunting her behind closed eyelids. She bowed her head, hunched her shoulders, closed her eyes and lost herself in happier memories. Minutes melted into hours; the coffin was closed and buried, mourners eventually left the cemetery with heavy hearts and tear stained cheeks.
The darkened sky marked night time, trees were darkened outlines, seeming to close around her. The numbness encouraged her to stalk towards the alarming sounds. Amanda halted and barely held n a gasp. A woman, laden in black clothing, was crouched on the ground, her back to Amanda. She thrashed and let out blood curdling scream. "Hello?" Amanda tentatively whispered, the woman turned to reveal a clown like face. Amanda stared dumbly upon the realization that she was Ben's sister. Nobody could understand why she failed to turn up to the funeral but now she knew