The Coffin
Boom! The large, oak doors of the hollow church shut firmly. My friends and I thought it would be hilarious if we snuck into St. Paul's Church. To our luck, we found an empty, old, deserted coffin. Several minutes later after arguing about who should lie down inside it, I found myself squeezing into the tiny coffin and giggled softly. My friends thought it would be a cunning idea, to shut the thick, heavy coffin door on me, I played along for fear of acting cowardly. My friend slammed the door shut quickly, but, then the lock clicked and they weren't able to heave the door open. I was trapped. Buried alive.
Boom! The large, oak doors of the hollow church shut firmly. My friends and I thought it would be hilarious if we snuck into St. Paul's Church. To our luck, we found an empty, old, deserted coffin. Several minutes later after arguing about who should lie down inside it, I found myself squeezing into the tiny coffin and giggled softly. My friends thought it would be a cunning idea, to shut the thick, heavy coffin door on me, I played along for fear of acting cowardly. My friend slammed the door shut quickly, but, then the lock clicked and they weren't able to heave the door open. I was trapped. Buried alive.