Six Feet Under

Chapter 3

*Kirstie's POV*

I opened my eyes. It was pitch black, I couldn't see a thing.

I felt.. so.. claustrophobic.. Was I confined inside something?

I raised my right hand, but I couldn't. My hand was tied onto something.

Something heavy.

I sat up and--

"Fuck!" --hit my head on the.. ceiling?

"What the actual hell..." I mumbled. I felt around me.

I was in a wooden box. I pushed my leg onto the end of the box..

Dirt fell down my feet. I felt it. It freaked me out, so I kinda squirmed a bit, but it didn't do me any good.

I also decided to check the heavy thing that was tied to my hand.

I felt around the box again, and I found it. It was shaped like a cylinder.

I also found another thingy, and it was a box. I struggled to open it since the space was so small, but I got it open and I felt it contents.

Jackpot. I found a flashlight.

I turned it on, and I saw wood. Literally just planks. I was inside a box made of wood planks.

I checked the cylinder thing.

Wait... an oxygen tank?

I just now realized that I wasn't breathing well.. I guess I was too in the moment of this whole thing..

I found the thing that you put in your nostrils so that you can get the oxygen, and put that on.

It makes me wonder...

Where am I?

*Scott's POV*

I quickly packed up my things, and went home. I told my boss that I would do this alone, and if I needed help, I would call.

I checked the house for any clues. I went outside and checked the front.

There was a note right under the mat.

Was she outside when she was taken?

I'll never know. But the note said:

Hello Scott. You're probably looking for the girl now, yes? Well... I can tell you where we were.. but not where her... grave is..
The cemetery is called Sloan Grey Memorial Cemetery. See you there..
-You will never know my name..

Welp. Now I really wanna know where she is.

I put my phone, my keys, and my wallet in my pocket. As well as a gun, because you can never be too safe.

I drove as fast as I could under speed limit, which really didn't help because I need to get there, fast.

I saw the sign of the cemetery come into view. New record...

I ran around the cemetery, looking for freshly dug up dirt. Or freshly packed down.

My legs were tired from walking so much, but I need to find Kirstie.