I think it was “The Fall of the House of Usher” that made me afraid of being underground. It was quite a frightening movie at the time. I’ll never forget the bloody fingers from scratching her way out of the coffin. Who could blame her? After all, she was buried alive, the coffin chained to keep her there. As a child, I was horrified. From then on, I never wanted to be buried. In a coffin, dirt covered, in a hole, underground.
The Bag Lady 
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