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<aside> <img src="/icons/add_lightgray.svg" alt="/icons/add_lightgray.svg" width="40px" /> You wake up to a strange sound. It's almost as if it's raining but... heavier. You know you're in some kind of box though. Despite your throbbing head and limited movement, you slide your hand into your pocket and grab your phone. When you turn on the flashlight, you let out a scream. Beside you, there's the skeleton of what looks like a child that's been in the box for many, many years. And that's when you realize – you're in a coffin! And that sound? Well, it's the old lady shoveling dirt on top of you, burying you alive.
From above, you can hear her muffled voice saying, "Now my son won't won't be lonely! You two are going to be the best of friends!" As she shovels more and more dirt on top of the coffin, her voice grows distant until finally you can't hear her at all. You look at your phone, hoping that you can call for help, but six feet under, the service is nonexistent. And to make matters worse, the battery is at 1%. You stare at the skeleton of your new friend, and as you're staring into the two vacant holes where his eyes used to be, the flashlight goes out. That's when you hear a voice.
"Don't worry," the voice of a small boy says. "It's not so bad. After a while, you get used to the worms."
You scream, but no one – aside from the young boy's skeleton – can hear you.
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<aside> <img src="/icons/arrow-right_lightgray.svg" alt="/icons/arrow-right_lightgray.svg" width="40px" /> The end**.**
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