Wolf's howl;Vampire bat wings flutter silently in the wind ;the ghostman rises from his slumber of the dead to bring you a tale of being buried alive.
Being afraid of being buried alive is known as Taphophobia. Being buried alive is the fear of being placed in a grave while still alive as a result of being incorrectly pronounced dead. I awake to find myself confined in an oblong box, it is as dark as a plutonium sky. My breathing is becoming shallower. I become stressed out, I remember from my training as a doctor that an average resting adult, their body will convert oxygen at a rate of about 550 L per day, or 23 L an hour. That means that I have in the coffin seven hours to make a move. Deep down in my subconscious, I realised after all my screaming and panicking that my carbon dioxide is replacing the last dregs of my life bringing oxygen, I begin to experience blackouts, I slip into a coma. My heart stops beating, I am dead. My murderer at first thought about tossing me into an empty grave but thought it was not a gruesome enough death.My murderer thought it be better to bury me alive , it was simple to do by spiking my drink to knock me out then place my body in the back seat of the car and drive to a remote location.My murderer makes sure to bury me bout 2,775 L of soil on top of you — a sweet 3697 lbs of dirt.Which while not breaking my bones.Then the murderer imagines the weight of the dirt will slowly constrict the my chest, making it harder to breathe. And things start to go fuzzy — oxygen is in short supply — the mouth and nostrils will fill with soil, making breathing the air available between particulates impossible,I will be dead.
Before I die i wonder who will remember me and will i end up in Heaven or Hell.
The ghostman crackle s and lays back down in his coffin and as the lid slowly closes he turns and says.
"Don't have too many nightmares my children "
