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My eyes snap open but I may as well be blind as there is no visible light anywhere. There is no sound other than my laboured breathing as I struggle to suck the thin air into my lungs. I am lying on my back and the bed feels hard beneath me, a lot harder than it usually does.
Something runs across my cheek but as I lift my arm to brush it away my hand meets something solid above my body. I can only lift my hand about 12 inches from the bed and then I felt the fabric. There is a coolness to it, a satiny feel and as the first threads of panic stir my bewildered senses I discover what feels like a button.
Total blind panic now floods my body with adrenaline as I try to sit up but there is no room to move. I am enclosed in a box lined with satin. I scream in vain, knowing that no one will hear me, using up the last of the precious oxygen remaining in my coffin.
With all my strength I kick upwards in an attempt to loosen the lid and do not feel the pain as the ankle breaks. I am tearing and punching at the satin, ripping out fingernails and exposing the bones of my knuckles as skin is simply split apart. The flailing around has some effect though as my elbow cracks against the side of the coffin I feel it starting to give. A large crack has appeared and now the horror truly begins as the worms, grubs and beetles pour in.
They are wriggling into my burial suit; I can feel them as I frantically try to keep them away from my face. They are too numerous and I am unable to stop them. They crawl across my eyes, which are now tightly shut and into my hair. They scurry into my ears and nose, nibbling away at the still warm flesh. I open my mouth to scream yet again but the scream never leaves my lungs as they take the opportunity to pour down my now open throat.
I am now crying and struggling, unable to stop the flow even while gagging. Mercifully the darkness is closing in again and I feel myself tumbling away.
The floor breaks my fall and the jarring makes my eyes open again to see the light from the streetlamp filtering through the bedroom curtains. I switch on a lamp and sit on the edge of the bed waiting for dawn. There will be no more sleep for me again this night.
Something runs across my cheek but as I lift my arm to brush it away my hand meets something solid above my body. I can only lift my hand about 12 inches from the bed and then I felt the fabric. There is a coolness to it, a satiny feel and as the first threads of panic stir my bewildered senses I discover what feels like a button.
Total blind panic now floods my body with adrenaline as I try to sit up but there is no room to move. I am enclosed in a box lined with satin. I scream in vain, knowing that no one will hear me, using up the last of the precious oxygen remaining in my coffin.
With all my strength I kick upwards in an attempt to loosen the lid and do not feel the pain as the ankle breaks. I am tearing and punching at the satin, ripping out fingernails and exposing the bones of my knuckles as skin is simply split apart. The flailing around has some effect though as my elbow cracks against the side of the coffin I feel it starting to give. A large crack has appeared and now the horror truly begins as the worms, grubs and beetles pour in.
They are wriggling into my burial suit; I can feel them as I frantically try to keep them away from my face. They are too numerous and I am unable to stop them. They crawl across my eyes, which are now tightly shut and into my hair. They scurry into my ears and nose, nibbling away at the still warm flesh. I open my mouth to scream yet again but the scream never leaves my lungs as they take the opportunity to pour down my now open throat.
I am now crying and struggling, unable to stop the flow even while gagging. Mercifully the darkness is closing in again and I feel myself tumbling away.
The floor breaks my fall and the jarring makes my eyes open again to see the light from the streetlamp filtering through the bedroom curtains. I switch on a lamp and sit on the edge of the bed waiting for dawn. There will be no more sleep for me again this night.
Slept like a log thanks.
Rosalind - thanks for the fascinating link. I knew about the bells and flags but some of the other more obscure stuff is new to me. This made me laugh:-
"In 1984, a post-mortem examination was being conducted in a mortuary in New York.
When the pathologist made the first cut the "corpse" leaped up and grabbed him by
the throat. The pathologist died of shock. "
I think I'll go and peruse some more.
Rosalind - thanks for the fascinating link. I knew about the bells and flags but some of the other more obscure stuff is new to me. This made me laugh:-
"In 1984, a post-mortem examination was being conducted in a mortuary in New York.
When the pathologist made the first cut the "corpse" leaped up and grabbed him by
the throat. The pathologist died of shock. "
I think I'll go and peruse some more.
There is a really interesting artical on being buried alive here:
http://www.snopes.com/horrors/gruesome/buried.htm
Nice bit of work Ineedsleep. I'm pleased I came across it this morning and not last night before I went to bed.
http://www.snopes.com/horrors/gruesome/buried.htm
Nice bit of work Ineedsleep. I'm pleased I came across it this morning and not last night before I went to bed.
Don't have nightmares.
... and with that thought in mind I'm off to hit the sack. Night and thanks.
Grizzly indeed. The thought of creepy-crawlies feeding on your tonsils....
That was actually quite grizzly.
That is a weird coincidence and yes, taphephobia is a fear of being buried alive.
Nice one :)
Taphephobia - the fear of being buried alive I presume. Surely one of the worst things that could happen to anybody.
It's a weird coincidence you should write this because my brother woke up screaming last night - the reason: he was dreaming he was being buried alive.
Taphephobia - the fear of being buried alive I presume. Surely one of the worst things that could happen to anybody.
It's a weird coincidence you should write this because my brother woke up screaming last night - the reason: he was dreaming he was being buried alive.
My eyes snap open but I may as well be blind as there is no visible light anywhere. There is no sound other than my laboured breathing as I struggle to suck the thin air into my lungs. I am lying on my back and the bed feels hard beneath me, a lot harder than it usually does.
Something runs across my cheek but as I lift my arm to brush it away my hand meets something solid above my body. I can only lift my hand about 12 inches from the bed and then I felt the fabric. There is a coolness to it, a satiny feel and as the first threads of panic stir my bewildered senses I discover what feels like a button.
Total blind panic now floods my body with adrenaline as I try to sit up but there is no room to move. I am enclosed in a box lined with satin. I scream in vain, knowing that no one will hear me, using up the last of the precious oxygen remaining in my coffin.
With all my strength I kick upwards in an attempt to loosen the lid and do not feel the pain as the ankle breaks. I am tearing and punching at the satin, ripping out fingernails and exposing the bones of my knuckles as skin is simply split apart. The flailing around has some effect though as my elbow cracks against the side of the coffin I feel it starting to give. A large crack has appeared and now the horror truly begins as the worms, grubs and beetles pour in.
They are wriggling into my burial suit; I can feel them as I frantically try to keep them away from my face. They are too numerous and I am unable to stop them. They crawl across my eyes, which are now tightly shut and into my hair. They scurry into my ears and nose, nibbling away at the still warm flesh. I open my mouth to scream yet again but the scream never leaves my lungs as they take the opportunity to pour down my now open throat.
I am now crying and struggling, unable to stop the flow even while gagging. Mercifully the darkness is closing in again and I feel myself tumbling away.
The floor breaks my fall and the jarring makes my eyes open again to see the light from the streetlamp filtering through the bedroom curtains. I switch on a lamp and sit on the edge of the bed waiting for dawn. There will be no more sleep for me again this night.
Something runs across my cheek but as I lift my arm to brush it away my hand meets something solid above my body. I can only lift my hand about 12 inches from the bed and then I felt the fabric. There is a coolness to it, a satiny feel and as the first threads of panic stir my bewildered senses I discover what feels like a button.
Total blind panic now floods my body with adrenaline as I try to sit up but there is no room to move. I am enclosed in a box lined with satin. I scream in vain, knowing that no one will hear me, using up the last of the precious oxygen remaining in my coffin.
With all my strength I kick upwards in an attempt to loosen the lid and do not feel the pain as the ankle breaks. I am tearing and punching at the satin, ripping out fingernails and exposing the bones of my knuckles as skin is simply split apart. The flailing around has some effect though as my elbow cracks against the side of the coffin I feel it starting to give. A large crack has appeared and now the horror truly begins as the worms, grubs and beetles pour in.
They are wriggling into my burial suit; I can feel them as I frantically try to keep them away from my face. They are too numerous and I am unable to stop them. They crawl across my eyes, which are now tightly shut and into my hair. They scurry into my ears and nose, nibbling away at the still warm flesh. I open my mouth to scream yet again but the scream never leaves my lungs as they take the opportunity to pour down my now open throat.
I am now crying and struggling, unable to stop the flow even while gagging. Mercifully the darkness is closing in again and I feel myself tumbling away.
The floor breaks my fall and the jarring makes my eyes open again to see the light from the streetlamp filtering through the bedroom curtains. I switch on a lamp and sit on the edge of the bed waiting for dawn. There will be no more sleep for me again this night.