Hi guys! This is my Halloween story. I've been wanting to write one for a while but it took me till the middle of October to do it.
When she woke up, she knew was inside something. She knew because her breath blew back in her face almost immediately, and when she tried to sit up, she knocked her head on something hard and dark. She scratched at the material above her head with her nails, feeling it splinter delicately under her fingers. The air was thin and musty. Alarmed, she clawed at the hardness until she broke her nails. It didn't budge. Unable to gather enough breath to scream, she merely kicked with her foot psychotically until the wood finally broke in half and earth spilled over her.
Gagging, she grabbed at handfuls of worms and grubs, of pebbles and sticks and bits of rotted leaves until she was finally able to move forward, and up. The grave, however, was shallow; she climbed through the broken wood and roots frantically until cold hard fingers closed around her wrist and pulled her roughly from the soil.
Fresh, cold air hit her face and lungs.
"Are you alright? Can you walk? Any stiffness in your bones?" asked a voice, cackling at some joke she didn't understand. Her fingers were raw and sore, and her clothes were dirty, her hair matted and stuffed with leaves and bits of wood.
"I…need…a…doctor," she gasped out, drooling unintentionally into the black ground. She spit out a mouth full of dirt.
"Of course, of course! Follow me, we'll get you a doctor, this way dear, watch your step, there you go,"
Unable to keep up with this rapid speech, she merely relied on the cold hands to pull her fully out of the ground, and then suddenly found herself staring into the two, dark, blank holes that made up the eye sockets of a skeleton. The metacarpals holding her hand tightened when her legs wavered under the weight of her realization.
"Did I…am I…who are you?" she tried to focus a little more but there was a piece of something in the corner of her eye. Whatever it was filled her ears too; only now did she finally clear her head enough to hear the rustle of the wind, the scratchy sound of the material in the skeletons striped suit as he moved.
"My name is Jack Skellington," said the skeleton proudly, "what, dear, is your name?"
"Uh…" she thought out loud. "Uh…I don't know." She leaned back on her heels, relishing the way he gripped her arms and kept her from falling back into her own grave. If he wasn't going to let her sit for a second, then he might as well hold her up for a while.
"Oh that's normal," he told her, leaning in to steady his balance, "but I'm sure you'll remember soon enough. Can you walk?"
"Can I sit first, actually?" she asked, already halfway to the ground. He let of her hands and she went down like a rock into the loose soil.
"Sorry, I forget. Are you alright? Can I get you anything?"
She drew her knees up and buried her face into her knees.
"If you could stop talking for a second," she said muffled.
"Of course, sorry."
He stayed quiet. She caught her breath, and then, feeling stupid for making him wait in silence, she raised her head. He was leaning down, looking at her curiously.
"Am I a zombie?"
"I beg your pardon?"
"I just crawled out of my own grave. Am I a zombie?"
"Oh possibly," said the talking skeleton, "why? Are you craving brains?"
She turned her head and threw up into the dirt.
More coming soon!