"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.