[ WP ] A man finds the place he will be buried using the myth that one shivers when someone walks on their grave .

The mines were in his blood. Jason's father was the foreman and his father before him. Jason really did want more, I mean working 12-13 hours down in a cramped dark mine was n't a way to live and was n't a death he wanted. He wanted to write, sci-fi, horror, thriller, romance every genre under the sun he wanted under his pencil; but for now, he had rocks under a pickaxe and possible breathing trouble from breathing in the dust down here. 
 
 Then there was that shiver he got every time he took the lift up to the surface. Every time, exactly three paces from the rusted iron doors that always smelled of sweat and rust every time he would feel a shiver, kind of like a small amount of electricity running up his back. Hell, every time someone walked over it he felt it but ignored the feeling because it was just some tick. No one ever said the miners life was a healthy one. 
 
 One summer, he decided he'd had enough of the cramped, cold spaces of the underground. He quit after his last shift, calling up to the foreman to send down the lift. He knew the routine for the clunky elevator. If you were 30 minutes late on last call then you'd have to call for it to come back down. As he waited, the sound of clunking gears and the rattling gate getting closer, the flood lights shut off and the earth shook. Jason felt the shivers up his back and in his feet. He looked up, the ceiling was falling in, and he was standing exactly three feet from the lift. 
 
 He died after the cave fell into itself, he was the only casualty. Eventually they found him, decomposed and under a pile of rocks exactly three paces from the elevator. The Mines were in his blood. 
 

