Miral opened her closet to a dead body falling

Miral opened her closet to a dead body falling out. She screamed, and turned the body around, and realized it was

herself. "Help" she said, but no sound came out. "Help! Help!" Miral screamed in her head. She banged on the walls to prove she was still alive. She found her phone in her corpse's

breast pocket, where she always kept it, and tried to lift it, but it simply... Fell out of her fingers. "No!" She screamed, more out of confusion than anything else. "Why does

this always happen?" Her search for the ring in the dark was futile. Her hands swept over the floor until she felt the vent. She stopped. "Darren, honey, go downstairs,

and talk to the kids while I sort this out". It was all she could do to keep from crying out as soon as he left the room. "My Preciousss!" she hissed through her choked sobs.

The sobs he could never really get out of his head. The fatted blistering sobs rang in his mind like hateful memories. That was how she kept him from just leaving these ugly kids.

The sobs, yes, but also the cash. Cold hard delicious cash. He loved it so much. He swam around in it, both in his mind and literally. His cash pool was growing at the same rate as

His banknote addiction had never been worse. He knew, the time to visit a psychiatrist had come...

He booked an appointment, but sadly died choking on a $100 bill on the way there.