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After her death

A rich woman was put to her grave

Her jewels and rings were buried with her

One night

The greedy grave digger came back

To rob the grave

He discovered

The woman was buried alive

He ran away while the woman

Arose from her grave

And headed on home

Her husband

Looked out of the window

When she knocked on the portal

Saying „I’m your wife, let me in“

No, you are dead, this can not be

As long as no horse lies in the cradle

You can not be alive

Take a good look, what’s lying there

So I must be your wife

He painted the picture

Of the horse in the cradle

On front of his house

And they lived together

For years in happiness

Spooky horrors

Haunted the house

When the picture was removed

So the image was replaced

And the ghosts disappeared

The horse in the cradle

It showed the man

That his wife was back from the dead

So we can see, what things happen

Reality or fantasy