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Dirt-A Nightmare You Cannot Wake From

Updated on July 5, 2014
Taphophobia is the official name for the phobia against being buried alive. Many people prefer being burnt to death, drowning, or violent deaths, than to be buried alive
Taphophobia is the official name for the phobia against being buried alive. Many people prefer being burnt to death, drowning, or violent deaths, than to be buried alive | Source

It's Just A Nightmare

It was a nightmare that you couldn't wake up from. Your body was smashed together, limbs tied together, leaving you unable to do anything else but wiggle. A sheet as thin as a scarf but as long as a blanket left you short of breath. You struggled to breathe through the fabric that was pulled tight about your mouth.

Buried Under Rock And Sand

Buried under rock and sand you found yourself unable to do anything else but lay there and wait. Wait for death, wait for somebody to save you, or wait for something unexpected to happen. You didn’t want to be here. You didn’t want to be buried. You needed the air, you needed the sun, you needed the moon, and you needed a touch and a hug and a kiss from another person. You needed to go to work in the morning; you needed to feed your cats who were waiting at home for your return. You needed somebody to come and save you, your knight in shining armor, who would have swept you out of the ground and just tear the fabric away from your mouth.

There Simply Wasn't Enough Oxygen

You just had to stay calm. Something would happen soon. You focused your attention on inhaling as much air as possible. You felt guilty with every breath you took because you knew eventually it was going to run out. Breathing was a chore; there simply wasn’t enough oxygen left. Dizziness hit you like a brick as you inhale again, letting more crumbling dirt sting your eyes.

You Didn't Know How Much Time Was Left

You tried to remember how long a person could survive under such conditions. You remembered reading something about mere hours, maybe less than one, maybe less than two. You weren’t even in a coffin that could have made you live longer by giving you an extra hour or two. You weren’t that lucky, you didn’t get that luxury. Nobody cared enough about you to give you that extra hour or so.

You Wanted To Cry As More Dirt Fall Against Your Sides

You started to mumble, your wet pleads got the fabric that was resting against your mouth damp as you tried to take another breath. You wanted to cry as more dirt fall against your sides, cutting off more of the small amount of space you had left. All around you, dirt pressed against you. It was soiling your hair that was now gritted with the sot, getting covered in the bugs that were misplaced during the burial. Bugs ran across your scalp, over the fabric that covered your face, crawling through the dirt that pressed against your chest and stomach, crawling down your legs.

Imagine this crawling over your face. You know centipedes are mean biters
Imagine this crawling over your face. You know centipedes are mean biters | Source

And The Feel Of Centipedes.

You squirmed from their touches, from the feel of centipedes that ran across your stomach and disappeared into the dirt that was next to it. You heard it digging through it just as well as you could hear your own breathing getting labored with fear and terror and disgust. You wanted out, you wanted to be free, you needed…

Your hands dug Into The Dirt

You coughed. The fabric was sticking against your lips as you pant, your head was pounding so loudly that you would have thought somebody was drilling. Your heart felt heavy and filled, your lungs felt like it was filled with liquid. You were unable to take normal breathes and instead focused on quick shallow ones. Your hands dug into the dirt as you thought about your mom and dad who were at home completely unaware of what was happening to you.

You Just Wanted To Go Home To Your Family

You swore if you made it out that you wouldn't complain anymore. Not about your job, not about your boyfriend, not about the school. You would never complain about how boring school was or how lame the typical professions were. You would respect your boss more and appreciate the fact that he was willing to not only hire you but work with you to increase skills needed for when you graduate from college. You would thank your dad for being protective over you. You just wanted to go home.

Who You Weren't Sure Even Knew You Were Missing.

You glanced around again, your eyes unable to see anything but darkness. You thought about your boyfriend, you never called him back; you never apologized for accusing him of cheating. You thought of your cats, sitting at the front door, waiting patiently for you to walk inside. You wondered for a moment if anybody would take care of them but then you shook the idea out of your head because you weren’t sure if your family knew you were missing in time…

You Beg God Silently For A Way Out

Just as panic spread over you thinking about your cats’ future, something made you come back down to reality. You coughed as more oxygen got sucked out of the little grave and your eyes water as you begged God silently for something to either put you out of your misery or save you.

Imagine this ugly creature crawling around your body and you are defenseless against it
Imagine this ugly creature crawling around your body and you are defenseless against it | Source

As Started To Feel Faint

Just as you started to feel faint, you heard it, the sound of dragging, the sound of something wheezing, too close to you. Your heart pounded against your rubs as you wonder what it was. What was crawling over to you? A bug? Was it a bug? And then you find yourself praying that it’s a bug because something was digging at your sheets, scratching and pulling at it and you felt pain, rich and powerful, on your arm. The pain didn’t stop, it got more intense, digging and scratching at your skin, trying to enter it, trying to wrap itself within your skin and make it its home….

Then With A Scream You Woke Up

With a scream you woke up. Sweat drenched you as you looked around your room, searching for the dirt and the bugs and the thing that was tearing at you like you were a plate of food. You covered your head with your hands as you shook, trying to calm down after the awful dream. A couple of deep breaths, in and out, in and out, in and out, and finally you found your heart rate returning back to normal.

Relief Made You Laugh

You let out a shaky laugh as you ran your hands through your hair. It was only a bad dream. You took another breath as you reached over toward your phone to check the time. You wanted to know how much further until sunrise. You hoped it was soon. You were in no mood to go back to sleep.

Until You See The Welts

As you grabbed your phone, your arm started to burn almost as intensely as it did in your dream. Dropping your phone, you let out a hiss. Biting your lip you turned on the little light on your nightstand before you paled. On your arm was three deep welts with crusted blood around it. Your nightmare flashed through your mind again and you bring your arm closer to the light to look at the wound more. You saw no scratches, no sign of allergies, no rash, just three little welts. You stare at it for a minute more before sighing and turning off the light again.

Still It Was Only A Nightmare

You Pulled your blanket to your face and hid your face within it as you closed your eyes. In the morning you were positive that the welts would be gone and you would laugh at how you questioned the nightmare.

The nightmare was just a nightmare. You knew this but that didn't stop you from covering the welts with your other hand as you doze off. You only hoped that this dream would be a happy dream, one that you would more than be happy to become real.

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      3 years ago

      Well maaidcmaa nuts, how about that.

    • Melissa Noon profile imageAUTHOR

      Melissa Noon 

      4 years ago from California

      Thank you so much for your kind words. Looking back I could make it a little more concrete so it is not so confusing so I am thinking of going back and doing so because I had others say that to me as well.

      Thank you so much for sticking with it all the way to the end.

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      4 years ago from Central USA

      This was interesting very well-written but I must say very confusing at first I wasn't sure whether or not I was going to finish it because I didn't understand it but I'm glad I did thank you. You earned me to follow you so you must be doing something right

    • Melissa Noon profile imageAUTHOR

      Melissa Noon 

      4 years ago from California

      I thought I accidentally denied your comment there for a moment. I am still getting used to this site and having to deny and approve comments is still pretty weird for me. Thank you so much for your kind comment. I appreciate it a lot.

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      4 years ago from Canada

      Voted up and interesting! I think I held my breath the whole time, I almost passed out reading it. LOL

    • Melissa Noon profile imageAUTHOR

      Melissa Noon 

      4 years ago from California

      Thank you so much for reading and commenting. I am glad you liked it. I got this idea from a real nightmare that I had and it gave me the creeps when I woke up because I could still feel the bugs crawling on me so I went with it.

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      Carrie Lee Night 

      4 years ago from Northeast United States

      Well written hub :). Didn't quite get it at first but it tied together at the end. Interesting subject matter :)


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