Prompt 1 : "You were buried alive in a coma. When you wake up, it's Halloween."

. . .

I was sure this was a dream.

The first thing I noted once I had awoken was how dark the space around me seemed. I strained my eyes to see if I could make a note of anything but failed to do so.

I yawned and stretched, immediately hitting a wall; two to be exact. I tried to get up but hit my head on a roof not too high above me. Confused, I reached out my hand to one side and felt a soft fleece-like material with a hard surface behind it.

Come to think of it, everything was lined with the soft material. The space I was in was tightly packed as well with hardly any room within its confines to move around.

Almost like a coffin.

A chill went down my spine. The air inside seemed colder and thicker than before as a lump formed in my throat. 

That couldn't be possible; things like that only happen in movies and TV shows! Surely a prank was being pulled on me or something.

Hesitantly, I felt around and noticed a curve to the roof that was only about an arm's length away. I pressed my hand further to try and see if I could attempt to open the coffin.

It didn't budge.

An overwhelming sense of panic began to settle in. So many questions were racing through my mind. 

How long have I been here?

What happens if I run out of air?

Who put me down here?

I tried my hardest to try and make it open, banging my fists on the roof in a desperate attempt to break free. My efforts were fruitless as it felt like trying to break through a cement wall; there was no way I could get out of here. Not on my own, at least.

"Help!" I cried out, hoping someone would hear. "Help me! I'm stuck down here!"

Suddenly, I could hear a voice from above.

"Hey, did you hear that? "

Someone heard! That could mean I'm not too deep underground. Maybe if I-

"Oh, haha. I know that it's Halloween and all, but you don't need to try to scare me while we're walking through this dumb graveyard."

"I'm not trying to scare you. I honestly heard somethi-"

"Dude, c'mon. I just wanna get out of here so we can beat the other kids to the rich houses uptown."

"But-! "

"Seriously, let's just go."

I listened carefully and heard faint footsteps running off. I tried calling out to the people that I heard, but they were already long gone.

Now I'm left here.

Underground.

Alone.

With nobody around to help.

. . .

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Word Count (For Prompt) : 443