Perhaps the brain was the soul, and instead of the soul leaving the body, it remained with it; and by feeling and knowing all the horrors the body was subjected to, suffered for the sins it had committed on earth.
What had I ever done that I should undergo this cruciation?
They placed the coffin on the ground and read the burial service over me.
When it was finished, they lifted the coffin, and carried it to a vault.
Thank God! they were not going to bury me in the earth.
Then they put me on a shelf, and left.
I could hear the iron door slam as they shut and locked it.
I was alone.
How long I remained like this I know not, but suddenly felt as if a single needle had been run in my left side, then as if several pierced my heart.
The pricks extended; it seemed as if innumerable small sharp instruments were being plunged into every portion of my body.
Now and then I felt one of my muscles twitch.
I breathed.
My blood began to circulate, slowly at first, and then more rapidly, traversing my veins like molten lead, and causing excruciating pain.
