When Did It Get Dark?

Why can’t I move?
I’m boxed in, arms pinned alongside me. Something smells familiar.
Damp, musty.
My eyes struggle to adjust—I’m in absolute darkness. I try moving and … fall?
Did I fall backwards?
Panic overtakes me. I lurch forward—upwards—and my forehead smacks sharply against something. Wood.
Dear God. 
Noooo!

The End

 E.I.Q