The Coffin

submitted by fred

I was walking down the street with my mother and I had just been to see my doctor for a check-up. I hadn’t been feeling that well for a few days so my mum had made me go. He said that nothing was wrong with me, but my mother was convinced that I was going to die. My mother finally stopped saying that I was going to die and started saying that if I didn't die she would.

The next day I went to school and Sarah asked me when I was going to die. I said that I wasn't going to die. But she said that she would understand if I didn't want to talk about it. After school I went to gym it was my last day and every body was being really nice to me. Which was very weird because most of the people there were usually very snobby to me.

I left gym and my mother and I were walking down an alley - at the end of the alley was a coffin, my mother told me to get in and see if it was the right size, I wasn't sure about this but got in anyway, as soon as I laid down she closed the lid and I heard two nails being hammered into the lid, I began to panic but then I woke up.

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