Drowning I can deal with. Jumping off a cliff? No big deal. Death isn’t that big of a deal, what really scares me is being buried alive. Trapped in some mighty cavern or a little foxhole with tons of dirt above your head, gasping for air, with no hope of escape. I claw at the ceiling of earth above me, but to no avail. This is a slow death. One of suffocation and peril, it is drawn out allowing plenty of time to realize what’s happening. I am not sure where this fear began. Possibly a CSI episode a few seasons ago when one of the main characters was buried alive did it. Ants crawled all over him and gnawed at his body, but there wasn’t anything he could do about it. I don’t fear going into caves or basement or anything like that. It’s only the thought of being trapped underground knowing you are going to die.
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