Buried Alive Beneath Home

Elisabeth disappeared at eighteen, and the world slowly forgot her. She was not lost.

She was buried alive beneath her father’s house. Behind steel doors and concrete walls,

daylight never arrived. Time had no meaning. Nights were endless, because he came only at night.

She screamed until her voice learned silence. She prayed until hope learned exhaustion.

Years stacked on her bones. In the darkness, children were born. No doctors.

No mercy. One baby died in her arms, warm, then suddenly cold.

Three children grew without ever seeing the sky. They believed ceilings were the world.

They believed darkness was normal. Above them, her father smiled, ate dinner,