I knew immediately that I had been drugged. My drink tasted disgusting and the moment it hit my stomach I felt like death. I thought I was poisoned, but the reality was far worse.
I woke up staring into a red sky strangely located an inch from my nose. Of course, it wasn't the sky I was seeing, it was a coffin lid. Above that lid was God knows how many feet of earth, and only above that could the sky actually be seen - it had never seemed so far away. I panicked, and in my panic I clawed and struck at the coffin lid over and over again, refusing to stop even when my fingernails ripped off and I dislocated both shoulders. The lid did not move an inch. I tried to move the Earth itself, and failed miserably, breaking myself in the process.
There was nothing left to do but weep. I was trapped half way to Hell where no human being could ever find me, and the incurable nature of my isolation beat upon my psyche in torturous waves. The living cannot tolerate the loneliness of the grave! I would have given anything for even the smallest interaction with another living creature until I heard a low inhuman voice utter the words “You are not alone.”