It’s dark.The moon shone dimly overhead, providing just enough light to see. A tombstone stand crooked and chipped in a dank field surrounded by oak trees. Around it stood grass, brown and dead. You sat and faced the stone. It was weathered, barely readable though some letters were still shown. Wonder crept into your mind as to whom this grave belonged. Suddenly, the ground beneath caves and you find yourself lain about in a tattered wooden coffin buried partly in the damp earth. Dirt begins to be shoveled into the grave. As you try to scream for help, dirt fills your mouth with each attempt. Suffocating and thrashing to get free you realize the grave was your own as life fades away.

This will probably be only a couple chapters long as I really have no Idea if I'll be able to carry this story longer.

ALSO! Constructive Criticism would be nice... Help me out a little.