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Hope by DJ Tyrer The weight of the
soil seemed to constrict his lungs, despite the lid of the box that lay between him and
it. Was he running out of air? How long had he been down here? How much oxygen
could a coffin contain? His fists slapped uselessly against the
casket lid. It was nailed down tight. And the soil. . . . The
soil! He began to panic again, his screams echoing around him as the narrow space seemed
to shrink in on him. Desperate, he lashed out, his feet striking the far end of the coffin.
Was that movement? He kicked again. Yes, it was loose! The
box was only simply constructed and, as he kicked, the end tore free. His feet
touched nothing but air. In the pitch blackness, he couldn’t
see where it led, but he slowly wriggled his way down the length of the coffin and out
into what had to be some sort of crawlspace beneath the cellar. He sobbed with relief:
The idiot had buried him right up against it. There was a way out. He
rolled over onto his belly and began to crawl backwards along the low passage, feeling
about himself for any way out. Then, his hands touched on a square of metal above him.
He pushed up at it and it shifted free. Slowly, awkwardly, he
pulled himself up. It was still dark, the merest hint of light
diffused about him, but he recognised the smell of mould: he was in the madman’s
cellar. He felt a surge of hope at the thought he’d soon make it out; he just needed
to be careful, quiet. He didn’t want the man to hear him moving about below him. Like
a life-or-death game of blind-man’s bluff, he slowly fumbled his way forward in
the direction he hoped the stairs lay. Silently, he prayed he’d
make it out alive. If I do, I’ll never accept a stranger’s
offer to see the John Wayne memorabilia they keep in their cellar again. Hell, not even
that they keep in their front parlour. # In the darkness, his host watched and smiled,
night-vision goggles enabling him to see his victim’s every move clearly. This one
was smart, or maybe just lucky, having found his escape route. He liked to offer them that
chance, allow them to feel that surge of hope before the end. They
never had a chance of winning the game; the cards were stacked against them from the start. It
was nearly time to act, bring the charade to its brutal end. He unhooked the knife
from his belt and readied it for use. # He gave
a sigh of relief. He’d found the stairs, could feel the rough wood of the steps beneath
his fingers. All he had to do was climb them and slip out the rear door of the house and
he was free. He started to climb, looking forward to setting the
police on the psycho. DJ Tyrer is the person behind Atlantean Publishing and
has been widely published in anthologies and magazines around the world, such
as Chilling Horror Short Stories (Flame Tree), All the
Petty Myths (18th Wall), and EOM: Equal
Opportunity Madness (Otter Libris), and issues of Sirens Call, Hypnos, parABnormal,
and Weirdbook, and in addition, has a novella available in paperback and on
the Kindle, The Yellow House (Dunhams Manor). DJ Tyrer's website is at https://djtyrer.blogspot.co.uk/ DJ Tyrer's Facebook page is at https://www.facebook.com/DJTyrerwriter/ The Atlantean Publishing website is at https://atlanteanpublishing.wordpress.com/
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