The room was quiet and dark...
I lay in my bed, staring at the ceiling...
I listen for what woke me, but there's nothing there...
I go to roll on my side, but I realize...
I.....Can't.....Move.....
I try to call for help, but no sound can escape my throat...
Something slithers onto the bed.....
I frantically try to look, but I am still unable to move...
I feel them wrap around my left arm and my legs...
I notice a dark light to my left...
Something turns my head and I'm able to see...it's hands....Cold Dead Hands are grabbing me!
As I come to this realization, they start to pull me to the edge of the bed.
My eyes go wide and frantic, I try to thrash against the hands...
I cry out, but no one comes to help...
I look and I am able to see over the edge of the bed...it's a coffin...a bottom-less coffin...
I watch as more hands appear from the abyss and dig painfully into my skin...
I scream and try to pull myself away...
I scream at them, " It's not my turn!...I'm sorry!....Let me go!"
My legs touch the edge of the coffin....it's cold....
The edges are rough and scrape against my shins....
I scream desperately as the hands tighten their grip...
I feel my hands give up their hold on my sheets...
As I am yanked into the coffin's abyss....
I wake up...
