My claustrophobia was already bad, but this is a whole new level. Who would even do this to someone?

I was currently panicking in what was soon to be my final resting place. One second I was walking home from school, and the next I’m in a coffin six feet under.

My first thought was how I was going to get out as I started banging on the lid and screaming for help. I soon realized I was wasting the oxygen I had left, and even if there were someone out there, they would not be able to hear me.

After lying there for a bit and taking in the situation I was in, I began to cry. I was now beginning to accepting the fact that I was never going to get out. I had no idea how long I had been in the coffin, and no idea how much air I had left.

The next few minutes were silent. The only thing that could be heard was the creaking of the coffin and the voices.

As I began to get lightheaded I was thinking about how I had gotten here. I hadn’t done anything to make anyone mad, or, at least I don’t think I did.

As I was taking my final breaths in the dark and cold casket I could hear digging from above me, along with a familiar voice. Before I could figure out who it was I blacked out.

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