The school had ordered the coffins from a store that sold Halloween-themed stuff. It was pretty effective when scaring people as it was black, blending in with the shadows when the lights were off and could be opened from the inside and out. But I refused to be stuck inside it.
“Be a good sport Roxanne. It’s a great hiding place and Zach would never guess you were in it, assuming that he doesn’t find me.”
I bit down on my lip in thought. “Well, can I have the key then?”
“But I’m your keeper. I think I should have it.” Oh you certainly area keeper Jensen. I still wasn’t too sure about it though. Noticing this, Jensen added, “Besides, if he takes too long to find me, I’ll make myself easy to be found so that way you could get out too. The coffins don’t look too comfortable, I know."
I smiled. “Yeah. Okay then. But you better come find me if I’m locked up for too long!”
Jensen took a step forward and placed a few strands of my hair behind my ear. Lightly brushing my cheek with his finger, he looked intensely
down at me and whispered, “I promise.”
With a small smile, I took a step back and opened up the coffin, handing him the key as I got inside. Before laying down on it, I gave him one last glance. Jensen smiled at me, that gorgeous smile, and I knew it would be enough to get me through the rest of the night.
“I’ll see you soon, ‘kay?” That was the last thing I heard before being engulfed by the darkness. I thought I heard the door close and then…silence. Letting out my breath, I stared at the top of the coffin. It took a while for my eyes to adjust to the darkness but once it did, I could make out the outlines of the edges illuminated by the moonlight coming in from one of the windows.
There was a sort of musty smell lingering inside, the kind you’d expect from a used coffin. Trying to ignore the smell, I closed my eyes and breathed in and out in an attempt to stay calm. I wondered how long it would take for them to find me…and even though I didn’t want to lose, the idea of being stuck in a coffin for a while wasn’t exactly enthralling.
I hummed songs to myself to keep the time going, and a good twenty to thirty minutes must have passed before I started to feel the beginning touches of panic settle into me. A nervous sweat broke out over me, and suddenly the fact that I was lying in a coffin wasn’t as amusing anymore.
A loud crack of thunder sliced through the air and I jumped a little, banging my head against the side. I shut my eyes tight at the throbbing pain feeling a bruise form.
“What’s taking them so long?” I asked myself. Why am I panicking anyways? They would find me soon enough, Jensen said he’d let them find me if a lot of time had passed by. But how come no one was showing up?