I danced with my dead grandfather's bones last winter (famadihana, Madagascar)

Okay this isn't a monster story, it's stranger because it's real and I did it. I'm Merina, central highlands above Antananarivo. Every five to seven years our family opens the tomb and we do famadihana, the turning of the bones. You take the ancestors out, unwrap the old silk, wrap them in new lamba……