Instead of watching a movie
last night I read this book that is full of stories- true stories- about people were buried alive
It all sounds frightening
and sure I can easily imagine what it would be like.
But as I’m reading it I’m thinking that the common thread in these accounts isn’t the horror of the situation that these people found themselves in in that time before their dark death.
It’s the terror these people felt when they realized
they were going to die alone and that nobody would ever know
what really happened to them.
I think I’m going to keep my light on for awhile after I go to bed tonight.