"Let me out of here!" I shouted somewhere in the darkness, laying on my back in the moving black coffin. Being taking someplace I wasn't familiar with. "Where are you all taking me? This isn't right! Let me out, now!" I pounded my fists angrily, on top of the closed coffin lid.
I felt myself being rattled in coffin as I was being whisked away in the dark. It was making my head hurt. My whole body was shuddering and shaking with fear.
"Please! Don't do this to me!" I begged, yelling loudly. "All I ever wanted was to tell scary stories to entertain people!" I hollard, trying to get them to pay attention to me.
But they weren't listening to me, obviously. Suddenly, I felt myself being dropped into the dirt ground somewhere in the dark. I landed on my back in the coffin with a hard thud.
I gasped. I heard the squeak of the hinges of the coffin lid being opened. A shaft of bright, white glowing full moon light shined down on my face. I shielded my eyes and looked at who was putting me out of my misery.
"You will stay in the graveyard overnight," one of the shadow skeletons at the top of the grave said, in a deep, gravelly voice. "Once the sun comes up in the morning, we will kindly let you out. This will help your mind get refreshed and ready to tell us a new scary story for the book club at the school library, next week, okay kid?" asked the friendly, warm-spirited shadow skeleton. Who's eyes were glowing bright yellow.
I started crying. I know I should be brave and strong. But these shadow skeleton dudes were really scaring me! "Get me out of here now! I'm so scared I might die before sunrise!" I complained, my voice was scratchy and hoarse from worry and fear.
"You'll be alright, kid," announced the other shadow skeleton man on the right side on the top of the grave. "We'll stand guard to make sure nobody tries to steal your dream writing craft journey," said the second shadow skeleton man.
I started crying some more. "I want to be alone at my apartment! I don't want to scare people with frightening stories! Please, you've got to let me go home, now!" I cried and pleaded.
"Not until you come up with a truly frightening scary story to give reader's something to think and enjoy about what they are reading," said the first shadow skeleton on the left side.
"I--I don't know if I can think of a scary story in a dark coffin in a creepy old graveyard, in the darkness," I explained, honestly. The two shadowy skeleton's eyes glowed yellow. As they turned to look at each other and then suddenly burst out laughing.
Smiling and grinning, they grabbed hold of a shovel in each other shadowy hands, and started chunking clumps of dirt clods on top of my black coffin the ground in my grave.
The black coffin lid closed on top of me. Trapping me inside of the cramped coffin. I pounded my fists angrily on the lid of the coffin. I was sweating and my stomach was feeling queasy.
Then, as I heard dirt being dropped on top of my coffin lid, I suddenly got drowsy. And passed out in the darkness in my coffin.
A few moments later...I heard the sound of squeaking hinges being opened from the coffin lid. I blinked several times. I saw it was morning the next day.
I slowly sat up and looked around the surface of the grave I was in. Nobody was there. The shadow creatures were gone. Just another cold, foggy fall morning in October.
I hoisted myself up out of the grave and took off running back home to hometown apartment. I angrily dug my hands into my pocket and dug out my keys to my apartment.
Unlocking my front door, I hurried inside my home. It was dark inside. All the lights were turned off. I turned on a light switch next to the living room by the front door.
It felt so good to be home. Looking around, I put my house keys in the dressing room mirror drawer in the living room. Closing the door, I looked around quickly and quietly. There was nobody but me in my little, one-spaced bedroom apartment.
There was a knock on the door. It startled me. I whirled and quickly ran to the front door. I looked out the peephole. There was nobody there! I slowly and cautiously opened the front door.
I gasped when I saw nobody was there. Then, I saw a shadow of a little girl's figure at my front patio doorway. Looking down, I saw a little red-haired girl wearing pigtails and smiling widely at me. Holding a box of what looked like girl-scout cookies she was selling.
"Hi! I'm Ashely Glitters," said the friendly, warm-spirited girl in her girl scout uniform. "I'm selling girl scout cookies. Would you be interested in helping me earn a new loyalty badge by buying a box of chewing, chocolatey-chip cookies from me? Only five dollars a box," she said, smiling.
Holding a pink box of chocolate-sprinkled homemade cookies, the girl scout wasn't backing away from a bargain. "I know who you are. You like writing horror novels, right?" she asked, nicely. I just nodded liked I was caring and pretending to pay attention. She giggled and smirked at me. "These cookies aren't ordinary treats. They will help you think more creatively. Get those juices overflowing your imagination. All you need is one bite. And it will make you change how you think about writing your spooky stories to get more better every page!" said the girl scout leader, giggling at me.
"You say these cookies are magical? And will help me with creative inspiration?" I asked, not taking my eyes off the sparkling pink cookie box in her hands. "Well, I won't say no if it will help stop writer's block," I said, laughing myself out loud.
Digging into my jeans pocket, I pulled out a crumpled up five dollar I had left from my paycheck at the grocery store. "Here you go, miss," I said, kindly. She smiled and giggled back at me. Tossing back her hair, the little red-haired girl got on her little pink bicycle. I watched her hop on the seat. Put her other bag full of freshly homemade cookies in a basket, I watched her take off.
Closing my apartment door, I locked myself in. Taking a look at the pink, glossy, girl scout cookie box in my hands. I looked at and studied hard, before opening it.
As I sat down at the kitchen I just started at the closed lid on the pink cookie box, before me.
I sighed. And slowly opened the cookie box as a swirl of misty fog came out of the pink box...Engulfing me in it's fumes. As I rolled my eyes in the back of my head. Sighed and coughed loudly. Then, I passed out on the cookie box. And drifted off into a deep sleep...