A Dreamed Deliverer

Chapter 1...
She found herself climbing, clawing, wanting out, but there was no way out. The whole she waas in was far to deep. All she wanted was to stop digging & cry. But, crying would'nt even do her any good. It was to late for that.
She looked around, her mind racing, her heart pounding. She had never been this scared or confused. " I've got to get control" she told herself, " calm down, think."
What had brought her here? What drew her to this place? She sat back, staring up at the night sky the moon & stars were the only thing she could see. She had lost her flashlight when she had fallen into the hole.
Hours passed as she shivered against the cooling autmn. She looked around squenting to see anything that would help her get out of the hole. Nothing!! She could see nothing. Tired she leaned back against the dirt wall that surrounded her.
Her mind began to wonder. She kept thinking about her dreams & how the old farm house she'd drove by kept appearing in them. Consumed with curiosity & excitement she had stopped to walk up through the trees to get a closer look at the home. Not knowing a canning celler hidden beneath the fall leaves awaited her as she took her every step closer.
" What is wroong with me, " she thought, "I've never been this neurotic. It's just a house & dreams it means nothing, " she told herself. But, the girls face came to her again. Tears streaming down her face, " God please help me, " she cried.
Shaking her head she tried not to think of her. " I can't, " she told herself, "I can't let this thing control me, I've got to get out of here. " She felt around the side of the dirt walls, moving her hands slowly over every inch unable to see. All at once, she felt something. What was it? Feeling boards & jars she knew she had found some type of shelf. Her hands moved upwards, the shelf was tall. " Ahh, maybe I can climb it," she said out loud.
Her heart raced with hopeas she learched upon it. Her hands pulling her up the shelf. One, two, three, four-- suddenly she felt the weight of the shelf shift forward upon her body. " No, No," she screamed as her foot lunged through the would & glass jars shattered on & around her. The last thing she remembered was the pressure of the shelf & canning jars slamming her against the wall causing her black out.