Left For Dead
A gasp. Her hands unclasp, her fingers press the plush velvet, find the line of the bolted coffin lid. She screams, “I’m alive,” and again “not dead,” and “a terrible mistake, let me out.”
But she knows no one can hear, that she is in a casket, in the family mausoleum, and no one will come. She screams until her throat dries and cracks, prays and blasphemes in turn, would welcome angels or devils so long as she can escape.
A faint sound. Squeal of hinges and muffled bangs and scrapes. Something drags itself closer.
Bone fingers scrabble at her coffin lid.
Well, looking on the bright side, at least they didn’t go for a cremation. Nice work Bill.
Comment by Sandra Crook — February 29, 2012 @ 3:39 pm
Just as you think the story can’t get any creepier, it does. You say so much in 100 words, well done!
Comment by Fiona Lambert — February 29, 2012 @ 6:19 pm
Thanks for reading and commenting Sandra and Fi.
Comment by Bill — March 1, 2012 @ 3:13 am
LOL! Bone fingers? Must be the Mother-in-law!
Nice one Bill…
Comment by David Harker — March 1, 2012 @ 10:11 am
Creepy and left me feeling claustraphobic. Really enjoyed it.
Comment by jennifer walmsley — March 1, 2012 @ 12:01 pm
Great story Bill – very creepy!
Comment by Nick — March 1, 2012 @ 3:54 pm
Creepy and compact – good stuff!
Comment by Bob Eccles — March 1, 2012 @ 6:02 pm
Perhaps the scariest of scenarios!
Comment by Oonah V Joslin — March 3, 2012 @ 5:59 pm