Very Short Horror Stories

Story #2

I woke up in pitch-black darkness to the sound of a man talking and the pitter patter of rain hitting something above me; he was talking about Justin R. Smith's death.

Nobody could hear me screaming and pounding on the coffin lid over the sounds of the storm and the man talking--my name is Justin R. Smith.

Just as I started to pass out, I began to hear dirt being thrown on top of the wooden lid...