Grave Diggers

 

 

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Written for Friday Fictioneers.

I can see the sky clearly through the branches of the tree. How long I have been down here remains a mystery to me. I can feel the handcuffs on my wrists and the chains that bind my feet. I have a dark idea that this is supposed to be my grave. There appears to be patches of dirt covering my body. I hear voices speaking softly above me. I suddenly feel something that hits my chest. It’s more dirt! Shadows drift slowly above me, one from each side. I start to scream as more dirt fills my mouth.

 

 

Author: Danny James

“Travel makes one modest. You see what a tiny place you occupy in the world.”

28 thoughts on “Grave Diggers”

  1. Danny, I agree that it would be the most terrifying thing that could happen to a person. Having a dream like that is truly a night terror. I’ve had a couple and they scared the daylights out of me. It’s no wonder some people want to be buried with their cell phones. Well written. 🙂 —Susan

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    1. Thanks Susan. There was a time during thr great plague when they buried the dead with a bell hanging outside their coffin in case they were buried alive. Hence the name “bell ringer.”

      Dj

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  2. I cannot imagine anything worse than to wake up and being in a grave with someone throwing dirt on me. E-gads – this is a true nightmare and nicely done. Nan 🙂

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