Raven Suddenly Perched On The Girl’s Coffin During Her Funeral. You Won’t Believe What Happened Next

When a raven perched on the girl’s coffin during her funeral, what happened next was unbelievable. It was a wet and cold funeral. Ten-year-old Ellen clutched her aunt’s arm tightly as the priest said the words she despised. His voice echoed faintly in the heavy rain. She had always hated attending funerals, and being here made her feel uneasy.

Ellen didn’t feel comfortable at the last funeral she attended a few months ago, which happened to be her great Uncle Sam’s. She loved him very much, and his death came as a shock. But the recent deaths in her family made it almost seem like she was cursed. Everyone she loved in her father’s family was either dead or disappeared without a trace. She once heard her parents talk about a mysterious family curse, but none of it made sense at all. Now, standing at her mother’s funeral hinted that the supposed curse had affected her family once more.

For Ellen, none of it felt real yet. The truth was right in front of her. It seemed the same weird nightmare she had been having for months had become reality. She had dreamt continuously about a dreadful fall from a tree into a transparent coffin, but she never understood what it meant. The only thing Ellen was sure of was her gut feeling that told her that something terrible might happen to her soon.

The news of her mother’s death had traumatized her, and as a result, she stopped talking. The doctor said it was psychological. Losing her parents the way that she did was taking a toll on her. First, she had lost her father in a mysterious way, and now her mother tragically passed away. Ellen was devastated and wouldn’t speak a word to anyone.

The evening after the funeral, while everyone was in the living room, Ellen sat alone in her room. She let down her straight blonde hair, which her aunt had tied up with fancy clips and ribbons. Her eyes fixed on the picture of her parents in her hands. For the first time, she let her tears flow. The weight of her loss rested on her fragile heart. It wasn’t supposed to be like this, and she hated that her mom died all alone in that car accident. It gnawed at her that she didn’t have a chance to say goodbye.

Her thoughts then drifted to Father, who went missing a year ago. The last thing she remembered was that her dad went hiking with his friends and never made it home. He had separated from the group and mysteriously disappeared afterward. No one knew where he was or what happened to him. After 12 months of investigative searching, his missing person’s file was closed. The police suspected he might have fallen prey to a wild animal or something similar, believing it would take a miracle to locate him in the vast expanse of the Epping Forest in Essex.

She loved her dad and wasn’t sure how to feel about his disappearance. When the local police brought the news, Ellen sat on the stairs with her Teddy, watching her mom lean on the door as the sheriff shared the sad news with her. Mother gone, she now felt like an orphan, as if the whole world had turned its back on her.

As Ellen gently brushed the frame of the picture in her hand, there was a knock on the door. She jolted at the sound and quickly wiped off the tears from her face. It was her Aunt Becca, her dad’s little sister who had come from London for the funeral. Her eyes were puffy and red from crying for so long. She reached out and grabbed Ellen, hugging her and stroking her hair. They sat in silence for a while, Ellen’s hand in Rebecca’s, rubbing it softly as her head rested on Rebecca’s shoulders.

Before Rebecca left, she gave Ellen a small dark aviary with a soft, caged raven nestled inside. Almost everyone in her father’s family had a raven, and it was lovely to own one. Ellen smiled faintly, opened the aviary, and let the bird climb onto her hand. Her aunt told her it was just 2 weeks old, which meant that she had to take care of him. Ellen was a smart, vibrant little girl and knew exactly how to care for the little bird because she had watched her dad do it. He had owned the raven too, but unfortunately, it had flown away around the time he went missing.

She sniffled as she stroked the bird’s little head. Ellen chuckled and looked up to stare at her aunt, who stood with arms akimbo, laughing with tear-filled eyes. Over the last few years, Ellen had received many gifts from Aunt Becca, but this was the first time she had received a pet. She loved the raven, though most people would think it was a strange choice for a pet, and some would even think it wasn’t a proper pet for a child.

Ellen named the raven Talon and was happy that Aunt Kim allowed her to keep him. With Talon by her side, she wouldn’t feel alone anymore. She had spent the next months taking care of the little raven, feeding and teaching him a lot of new things. Ravens are very intelligent birds, and Ellen was glad he learned everything fast. Soon enough, Talon moved independently and flew outside through Ellen’s bedroom window, but he always returned.

Although she had moved to Brisbane, Australia, to live with her mom’s sister Kim and wasn’t familiar with her new environment, Ellen found a way to enjoy her new home. She spent most of her spare time wandering unsupervised in the woods behind her aunt’s house and enjoying climbing trees. It was just like back home, and after several months, it felt like home.

Talon would soar high into the sky, emitting a shrill gurgling croak. She enjoyed every bit of being outside, exploring the woods, and flying her kites, while Talon flew at the same pace. Despite the bird’s ability to fly away at any time he wanted, each time he took flight, he either glided back to Ellen’s shoulder or perched on her bedroom window.

Ellen grew attached to the bird. Talon was her family, and the girl was seen everywhere with the black bird. However, their tranquil world was on the brink of a mysterious shift. One morning, Ellen woke up to find Talon gone. She thought he had gone out through the window for breakfast, like he was used to doing. She scanned the surroundings, calling out Talon’s name with growing concern. The idea of him flying away for good lingered in her mind. Perhaps he had grown wary of being with her.

She strolled around the house, continuing to call for Talon. His absence troubled Ellen deeply, as there was no trace of him in sight. She ventured outside to her favorite climbing tree and leaned against it, pulling her legs close. She hugged herself tightly, overcome by sobs. With Talon gone, she felt utterly alone once more. Her longing for her father grew, wishing he would be there with her at that moment.

She loved the way her father scooped her up in his arms whenever she was sad and told her stories to make her feel better. Her old-time favorite was a story about his grandmother believed to be deceased and laid to rest, only to awaken inside a coffin. Her muffled screams were heard after a day when they dug her up. A dead raven was found on her grave, but she was found alive and healthy.Ellen didn’t think the stories were true, but she enjoyed every bit of it.

With no Talon in sight, she sobbed louder and covered her face with her hands. She then got back into the house, and as she entered her room, she saw Talon sitting on her bed. A broad grin spread across Ellen’s face as she made her way towards the bird. While stroking him, she wondered where he had gone off to. He had probably gone out through the door since the window was closed. She had forgotten to close the door. Everything seemed fine, and Ellen was starting to feel better, not knowing that something terrible was about to happen.

One evening, as she played in the garden with Talon, she suddenly felt her heartbeat faster. She couldn’t get any air. She furrowed her brows and coughed. It felt like a huge lump was stuck in her throat. She clutched her throat, wheezing until she fell to the ground. Talon let out a loud croak and swiftly flew back to the house. Inside, he flapped his long, glossy black feathers, emitting a deep raspy croak at Aunt Kim. She frowned and shooed him away, but he wouldn’t give up.

She had always disliked Ellen and didn’t understand why Rebecca would give a 10-year-old girl a raven. The only reason she allowed Ellen to keep the bird was that she was afraid that the girl would sink further into depression if she had taken the bird away from her. It had been months since her sister’s death, but Ellen still wasn’t talking. Talon persistently attempted to alert Kim until she finally went outside to investigate, only to find Ellen.

She wasn’t breathing anymore. Kim let out a scream upon seeing Ellen, her hand immediately covering her mouth in shock. She checked Ellen’s arm for a pulse, but there was none. She tried CPR, but Ellen wouldn’t wake up. She picked her up and drove her to the hospital. Ellen was taken to the emergency section, and every attempt to get her to breathe was useless. Nothing seemed wrong with her body, according to the doctors. She was in perfect condition, and nothing could be possibly wrong.

At that time, Aunt Kim watched with tear-filled eyes as they ran several tests on Ellen’s little body. Unfortunately, two hours after Ellen was taken to the hospital, the doctors declared her dead. Auntie Kim didn’t understand. Ellen was fine a few hours ago. She wailed as tears rolled down her eyes. The child was a responsibility. She shouldn’t have let her play often in the garden or wander in the woods for too long. Maybe it was something she ate or perhaps an insect or spider bite that the doctors overlooked.

With tears in her eyes, Aunt Kim leaned close to Ellen’s pale face and kissed her forehead before covering her entirely with a white sheet. She couldn’t believe it. Ellen was dead. When she looked to the side, she saw a black raven sitting on the window, staring directly into the room. It was Talon. He had followed them to the hospital. He began to peck on the glass, but Aunt Kim shooed him away. The hospital was not a place for birds.

As she wiped the tears off her face and left the room, Talon came back and stayed outside the window until Ellen’s body was taken away, his eyes scanning the surroundings. It was barely a year since Ellen’s mom had died. It was quite devastating for Kim, but she had to plan for the funeral. She dressed Ellen up in her favorite pink gown with a small bow tie on her head and fancy sparkly princess shoes Ellen always wanted. As she got ready for the funeral, Talon kept croaking at her. She was beginning to get annoyed by the bird’s recent attitude. She shooed him away every time he came pecking on the window, but the bird continued to show up. He would have to go away once he was sure Ellen was truly gone, she thought.

Ellen’s open casket funeral was a somber one. The mourners commented on how beautiful and peaceful Ellen looked. It was quite unbelievable that she was gone. Some stroked her head, and some said a prayer as they passed by Ellen’s coffin. Others only wept. As everyone paid their last respects to Ellen, Talon stayed on a tree branch, watching as the funeral went on. He watched for a while before he flew down and perched on the crown of the coffin, croaking mournfully. His obsidian eyes piercing through the crowd.

Aunt Kim swallowed hard as she watched the black bird. For some reason deep within her, she sensed something extraordinary was about to unfold. Everyone gasped at the peculiar sight. Aunt Kim shooed Talon away, but he came back and perched on Ellen’s body. As the raven hopped from the crown to the lid, it made a strange noise. The croak sound got louder. It was coming from the tree outside. Then the mourners looked out of the window.

What they saw left them astounded. A flock of ravens perched on the dry tree branches, croaking at the same time. Talon gently pecked Ellen’s body, as if he was trying to wake her up. Fear gripped everyone as their attention shifted away from the tree. Aunt Kim darted her eyes at the raven on the coffin, unsure of what to do or how to handle the situation. She thought that the bird was mourning Ellen in his way, but the appearance of other ravens on the tree scared her.

Gazing at the parking lot, she noticed someone rushing toward them. Squinting, she edged closer to discern the person’s identity. She sighed in relief upon realizing it was just Rebecca. She wondered who had told her about Ellen’s death. She had not said a word to her about it or anyone at all because she didn’t want her to worry or fly down there on such a short notice. She had everything under control and had planned to tell everyone about it after the funeral.

Rebecca suddenly stood before her, expressing offense at being kept in the dark about the news. Having heard it from a friend, she hurried towards Ellen’s coffin and looked up at the croaking birds. She knew exactly what it was and hesitated, unsure if she would reveal the family secret to the gathered crowd. The family curse.

Rebecca bent closely to Ellen’s coffin and gently touched the raven she had given to Ellen. Her family was technically under a death curse, its origin and timing unknown. Periodically, they would appear dead without any discernable cause. Neither doctors nor anyone else comprehended it. The curse had no apparent trigger, simply occurring. The curse was a mystery to them, and they did not have a choice. It could happen at any time and could last for hours or even days. They called it Wilson’s curse and had been in the family for centuries.

Hers had occurred when she was just a baby. She doesn’t remember much, but her mother told her all about it. She was a few months old when her mother found her lifeless in her crib. They knew exactly what it was and what to do. As they laid down her cold body in a coffin, their family raven watched from the tree close by. Soon it croaked and flew down and perched on her coffin. Within seconds, she sneezed and began to cry, squirming. It had been two days since the curse had affected Ellen.

As Rebecca looked up at everyone, they stared back at her with an unbelievable look. No one believed her. She didn’t expect them to believe her; she had a hard time believing it herself. All she hoped for was for Ellen to wake up. She had given the bird to Ellen for this reason. It seemed the raven had helped most people in their family overcome the curse, and she desperately hoped it would help Ellen too. Her only doubt was that she did not understand exactly how it worked. Uncle Sam and her father had died regardless of having their ravens nearby, but they were very old. Maybe it only worked on young people. She didn’t know.

Talon leaned closer to Ellen. He wasn’t croaking anymore, and neither were the other birds outside. It seemed strange because they wouldn’t shut up just a moment ago. As Rebecca took a few steps away from the coffin, something unbelievable happened. To everyone’s astonishment, Ellen stirred. Gasps of disbelief echoed as Ellen sat up, looking dazed and completely perplexed. She clutched her throat and tried to steady her breath.

Rebecca hurried to her and helped her get out of the coffin. As she embraced the little girl, she heaved a deep sigh of relief and broke down in tears. Ellen daughtered her eyes, unsure of what had happened. Everyone looked at her like they had seen a ghost. Ellen looked into the coffin she had risen out from, and there was Talon lying perfectly still with his legs up. She rushed to pick up his body, but he wasn’t moving at all.

Ellen looked at Aunt Rebecca with tear-filled eyes, and for the first time in almost a year, she said, “What’s wrong with him, Aunt Becca?” A wave of shock moved through Rebecca. She covered her mouth as tears poured out of her eyes once more. In that instant, what truly mattered was that Ellen wasn’t just alive and well; she was speaking again. She pulled her into a hug and held her close until Ellen eased up in her arms.

The bird had died for Ellen. What an incredible story. How would you react if someone woke up after a raven perched on their coffin? Tell us in the comments below.