**Story isn't mine.
Source: internet.**
Once, a young woman was convicted of murder and thrown in jail. She was outraged and decided that she will break out of prison at any cost.
Over time, she grew friends with the prison caretaker, who told her he'd help her get out. He said that every time a prisoner died, he rang a bell, then laid the prisoner's body in a casket, nailed it shut and then carried it to the prison cemetery to bury it. The young woman decided that the next time a prisoner died, she'd sneak into the coffin along with the dead body. The caretakers would carry the coffin to the cemetery and bury it and then, in the dead of night, the caretaker would come back alone and dig out the coffin and set her free. The plan was made with a lot of caution and the woman waited eagerly for her escapade.
Two weeks later, she heard the death bell ringing one night. She carefully picked the lock of her cell, and made her way into the dark room where all the coffins were kept. She had close escapes from being caught and her heart was beating fast. She quietly climbed into the coffin and shut the lid above her. She heard the caretakers enter the room and then the pounding of hammer and nails. It was hot and stuffy inside and lying on top of a dead body made her uncomfortable, but she knew she was just hours away from freedom.
Finally, she felt the coffin being lifted on to a wagon. It drove to the cemetery and the coffin was hauled to the ground. She heard the scrapes of mud and dirt being piled onto it. Then there was absolute silence and she knew that the coffin had been buried deep underground.
Certain that there was enough air to last her till her caretaker friend would come and free her, the woman began to chuckle quietly at the blissful thought of her liberation. Her long wait will finally be over. Growing curious, she decided to light a match and see whom she was lying on. To her horror, she found the dead body of the caretaker.
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