CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
Graham Lumley awoke on his back looking up to a clear blue sky. He’d been unconscious for over twenty hours. He had a tingling sensation all over. It was very peaceful and quiet. Oh dear God, he thought. This must be my funeral. Everybody has left. This is what happens now. Shed the coffin and come through to the other side.
Graham tried to raise himself but a wrapped sheet pinned his arms to his side. He wrestled with it and then, with a sudden click from somewhere, it fell off him. Graham realised it must be his crinoline. As he tried to get up, the soft floor gave way and he stumbled and fell. Graham tried again and with difficulty managed to stand. He was in a pit of some kind. Of course he suddenly realised, it had been his grave. With legs apart to keep his bal
