The Mangled Mind
Short Stories
The Coffin of La Voisin
Some motherfucker locked me in a coffin. With all the padding around me, I could move only a few inches on each side and above. The claustrophobia kicked in within microseconds causing my heart to race and body to sweat. My clothing soaked through in a couple of minutes. Now I was hot, wet, and hyperventilating. I needed to find a way out of there. “Help! Let me out! I’m not dead!” Why would...