The stranger didn't help me out, but he helped me in believing that I was in a deserted place.
With lots of dirt that could bury anything.
And anyone
"The cemetery"
The conclusion I feared could no longer be denied.
If I was buried, then I am in a coffin.
"Am I dead?"
Oh God. I don't want to die.
The tears finally escaped along with loud sobs.
Crying wasn't going to help my situation.
I had to be strong.
I then reached back for the lighter but touched something different.
What the hell was this?
I picked it up and took up the lighter afterwards.
It was a small piece of matter with smears of blood.
With the light, I figured out what it was.
A nail. A whole finger nail.
Shivers ran up and down my spine as I quivered by the terrifying sight.
But, who does it belong...
I stopped for a while.
My eyes caught sight of my fingers that held the nail.
They were stained with blood.
I observed them closely.
My middle finger.
It had no nail. The nail was missing.
I then placed the finger nail I found on the jagged surface.
And...
It fits.
Oh God.
I held the lighter closely to the wood. Being careful not to burn it.
I saw deep scratches in it.
Did I?
How long have I been here?
How long have I been trying to get out?
It doesn't matter because I won't stop until I do.
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Awake in a Coffin
HorrorWhere am I? How did I get here? Questions that had no answer swirled through her head. She tried to stretch her arms and legs. They could not extend. "I'm in a box" She let out a breathy whisper How did I get in a box? What kind of box? She just c...
