'"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.'
