Nyctophobia

    Cynthia walked home alone, something she wouldn’t normally do.  A foreboding engulfed her as she swept the street with her eyes.  She felt a searing pain as something impacted her shoulder; her world went black and she dropped to the ground.

    She woke hours later chained to a wall in a dank dungeon-like basement.  Skulls lined the shelves on the walls; rotten flesh offended her nostrils as she gagged.  Her unseen captor reached forth from the darkness, slashing through her abdomen, and spilling her entrails.  She heard the words, “Welcome to Hell,” as she awoke screaming in her bed.