Man Shut Up in Mausoleum

The man was wrapped up in his grief and sorrow. His fiancé had died. Little by little those present at the gravesite slipped away as they sensed the need to give him time alone. As tears rolled down his cheeks, he reflected on their experiences and his great loss.

Finally, he brought himself into composure and began to make his way to the door. In his reflections, he had lost track of time. The only light in the mausoleum was candlelight. In the dim light, he had not noticed that the door was shut.

As he approached the door and pushed to open it, he discovered it was locked. His thoughts ran quickly. Oh, no! I am locked inside, buried alive.

He began to knock but no response. Perspiration began to ooze its way out of his brow. The horrible thought terrified him. “I have been left inside here,” he thought, “and no one may realize it until it is too late.”

His grieving turned to anxiety and dread. Buried alive! No, no! Then he awoke.