Buried Alive
It was hot and it was in the middle of July and Tawny had been living on her own for months now, she’d just moved into a new house the city that she’d saved up and bought on her own, she was a reporter for the local news and had been covering a report on her own about a man known as the grave digger and he was known for burying people alive. She’d been following this case closely and she was close to finishing it. On the night of her kidnapping, she had been out on her own but with her cameraman, she had got an anonymous report of the grave digger. He was known for knocking out his victims and then burying them, little did Tawny know that she’d be his next victim. She followed this man in her news van into a slum neighborhood of New York and she’d been taping him the whole time. “Hi this is Tawny Storm for the New York Channel 8 news on location and I am following the grave digger, it seems to me that he’s out looking for his next victim. Word has that he knocks out his victims with a shovel and then buries in shallow grave.” Her and the cameraman continue to follow the grave digger, he turned around and saw them following him, he got mad and began following them. They drove through the slum neighborhood, he got into his mustang revved the engine and was on their tail faster than they can say “oh shit”. He rammed his car into them, he hit them hard causing them to go forward, the cameraman was killed while he’d been knocked the killer slashed his throat with a knife, Tawny’s head had hit the dashboard and she was out cold. The killer took gasoline to the new lit a match and through into the van and watched it explode; he killer picked up Tawny and tied her hands and legs together and placed her in the trunk and he sped off into the night. He drove to upstate New York where it’s more rural and like country and drove into the woods to his burial spot. There about a mile into the woods there was an open grave filled with bones. It smelled like death and rotting flesh and dirt, man he loved that smell. He took Tawny out of the car and threw into the pile of bones. He stared at the dead bodies in the ground at the girl covered in blood. Her eyes narrowed as she stood up. “You’re late” She said. The killer took his shovel and began filling the hole with dirt as quickly as he could. She kept tripping and falling over the bones, the smell of dead, rotting flesh was enough to gag a maggot. He took the shovel and swung it had her head, it hit her hard on the back of her head. She fell and everything went black, the killer picked her up and carried her back to the boney grave and threw her in. She hit the bones hard, the bones cracked underneath her, the killer quickly filled hole with dirt covering the hole with to the top with dirt. He grinned sinfully as he looked at his work and he walked away. She grabbed a sharp bone and began cutting the ropes of her legs and arms. Tawny woke up covered in dirt, she couldn’t breathe, she had almost made it she had freedom in her grasp and she lost it. She knew it a matter of minutes she’d lose oxygen and she suffocate. She should have fought harder; how did this happen to her she was stronger than this. She couldn’t remember how she had even got here and now she was going to lose everything her life, her family, everything she’d ever known would be gone to her. Her breathing kept getting lower and lower, her nose and mouth filled with dirt, she couldn’t breathe. Fight, something told her, she saw a glowing orb, an angel appeared in front of her, fight it kept saying over and over. The angel placed it’s hand on Tawny and it gave her the strength to fight. Tawny began digging through the dirt searching for light. There was no way she was going to die in this hole but was it her fate she had no way to get out until she saw a nearby tree root. Tawny grabbed the tree root and began climbing, the killer took the shovel and tried to hit her; she ducked barely missing the blow. She kept climbing with the strength she had left, Tawny kept telling herself that she was a fighter over and over. She reached the other side of the hole and pulled herself up. The killer ran over to her trying to hit her with the shovel, she kicked it out his hand trying to reach for it and grab it. She picked up the shovel and hit the killer over the head knocking him out. She got up and ran looking behind her the whole way. The killer was only stunned, he shook and dusted himself off and got up and he ran after his victim. Tawny kept running trying to get away but he was close behind her and he was gaining on her, he tried to whack her with the shovel, she turned raised her leg and kicked out his hand, he fell as she kicked him. She took that shovel raised it about her head, she slammed it down on his neck, over and over and she killed him decapitating him. She made it she was alive, she didn’t die it that dirt ridden grave like his other victims, she fought him and she won. She looked at her killer and his head that was now beside him, no one messes with Tawny and gets away with it. Tawny Storm walked away that night with only bruises she was the lucky one who survived the grave digger unlike his other victims, Tawny went on to be the best reporter, her story made her famous and went on to be a bestselling author and reporter and had gone on many shows. She made sure that victims of the grave digger killer had a proper burial and they names were known so that whoever missed them could go and see them.