THE DAY I WOKE UP IN A FUNERAL HOME… AND REALIZED THEY WERE ABOUT TO BURY ME ALIVE
Chapter 1: The Coffin That Was Still Warm
The first thing I felt was wood.
Cold.
Closed.
Pressing against my face.
Then I heard it.
Dirt.
Falling.
Slow.
Heavy.
Rhythmic.
I tried to move my hand.
It didn’t work.
I tried to scream.
Nothing came out.
And then—
I understood where I was.
Inside a coffin.
Being buried.
Alive.
My heart slammed against my ribs.
No.
No, no, no—
“Lower it down,” a man said above me.
I froze.
I knew that voice.
It was my husband.
Mark Ellison.
The same man who kissed me goodbye this morning.
The same man who said I was “resting at home.”
The same man who signed the hospital release forms.
But I wasn’t sick.
I wasn’t dead.
So why was I in a coffin?
The shovel hit dirt again.
Thud.
Thud.
Thud.
I started pounding.
Inside the coffin.
“M—MOR—”
My voice cracked.
Useless.
Too small.
Too late.
And then I heard her.
His assistant.
“Make sure it’s sealed properly.”
Sealed.
The word echoed inside my skull.
My body went cold.
This wasn’t a mistake.
This wasn’t confusion.
This was planned.
The coffin tilted slightly.
I heard him again.
Mark.
Calm.
“I told you she would figure it out eventually.”
Silence.
Then his assistant laughed.
“Not fast enough.”
My lungs burned.
My fingers scraped wood.
I had seconds.
Maybe less.
And then—
I heard the final thing I was never supposed to hear.
“My wife has too many questions,” Mark said softly. “It’s easier this way.”
Easier.
Easier.
They were burying me because I asked questions.
The coffin dropped.
Hard.
My head slammed.
Darkness shook.
Dirt started pouring faster.
I screamed again.
This time louder.
“HELP!”
But above me…
The shovel didn’t stop.
Instead, Mark said one last thing.
“Make sure the insurance payout is processed tonight.”
Insurance.
Payout.
My blood froze.
May you like
I wasn’t just being buried.
I was being cashed in.
