Tittle: Find me
Challenge: Scratch
Word Count: 100
Disclaimer: Clearly Krpkie has the situation under control. NOT. But still, he owns 'em.
A/N No, I don't have a coffin thing, it's just both last weeks and this one worked really well. Will post more later.


Ripped fingernails scratched again at the splintering wood lid. It held firm. He coughed as oxygen ran low. His head hurt. Memories swelled under the scalp as he thought hard. How long had he been trapped?

Just had to get out, get out, because he hated coffins.

Hated dying really. It was extremely unpleasant to continually repeat the situation.

His phone rang. The calming classic rock would have soothed him if he'd been actually able to reach it. Wiggling until he managed to hit some button, Sam came through on speaker phone.

He shouted, "C'mon psychic wonder, find me already!"