It had to be four feet deep and ten feet wide. Getting out was going to be problematic at best. I could tumble face-first into the muck. I whispered faintly to no one in particular. My arms were the only thing I could move safely, so I flapped them up and down like a big chicken, hoping someone, anyone, might happen by and rescue me.
Nobody visits their compost heap in the dark.
I was in the midst of devising the best route of escape from my compost prison when, out of the corner of my eye, I spied a light bobbing along in my direction. The scream wasn't a planned thing, it just happened. I screamed again before my throat tightened completely. Suddenly the light was moving toward me and picking up speed. It seemed to be part of something bigger, something with legs.