As you lie in your coffin, surprised at just how much being dead feels like being alive, a hooded, demonic figure appears above you and waves. Before you have time to reciprocate, everything goes black as the demon and its minions close the coffin’s lid. You are now immersed in infinite blackness. This is when the claustrophobia sets in. You pound your fists against the lid, begging to be let out — there must be a mistake — but alas, all your pleas are for naught.