"Go, Craig! Go, Craig!" Amy chanted, urging me on.

I lowered my hands to the coffin lid. The wood felt cool and smooth. My heart pounded so hard, I could barely breathe.

It's no big deal. A coffin is just a big wooden box.

It's no different from lying down on a bed.

I took a deep breath. Pushed with all my strength.

The coffin lid slid open. I gazed inside—and started to scream.