THE COFFIN'S GRASP

(A buried woman, a whispering guilt, and one shrinking coffin where time is her last enemy)

Buried alive. Forgotten. Not alone.

Emma Vance wakes in total darkness, her hands bound by splinters, her lungs burning. There's no way out. No signal. Only the weight of the earth pressing closer with every breath.

As the air thins, she claws at the coffin walls, her mind unravelling between reality & the whispering voice that calls her name. Memories bleed into hallucinations: the expose that destroyed a cult, the lover who betrayed her, the sister she left behind.

But something else is buried with her.
Something that feeds on guilt, fear & regret.

Told in unbearable claustrophobia, The Coffin's Grasp drags readers into a psychological descent where the line between body and soul disintegrates. Is the voice a demon, or Emma's conscience clawing back for confession?

As the walls close in, she must confront her own sins before the grave, and the thing inside it, claims her forever. In the silence beneath the soil, the only sound left is the scratching.