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 Happy Halloween

"It's so dark in here," I said trying to shift my weight before realizing I couldn't move. "Anyone there, hello?" I heard no response. I felt cold and... pressure? "What's going on?"

My hand came free and I felt around me. The grit of something in my hands, it felt like dirt. I don't understand why there would be dirt in my bed. I don't understand why there is so much darkness. Light usually crept through the narrow openings and crevices of my door, but I see none. I feel like there is a ton of weight on my chest, almost like something heavy is on me. I wonder what it could be, maybe from the storm last night?

I remember the storm, it was something terrible. lightening flashed in streaks across the sky and thunder roared from every direction. The electricity must have been knocked out and that would explain the total darkness. I'll just wait and listen for a moment. I hear vehicles in the distance but still see nothing. The pressure on my body intensifies.

Maybe I am covered in debris and if I call out someone will help me. My thoughts are racing, I feel the pressure tighter and the air starting to change. My throat burns and my chest feels as though it is about to explode with pressure. I suddenly realize I can't breathe. My other hand breaks free, but only slightly.

I use my hands to feel around again. The grit feels like dirt still. I began to claw at it, panicking with each gesture. I feel it now, I am buried alive. I know this is it, I don't have the air to keep breathing. I claw harder and faster until from nowhere I felt water drain onto my face. I hear the city noises around me, then the screeching and the screams. I feel the pressure release me. A pair of hands grabs me, flashing lights, sirens.