• Stillness. Blankness. Silence. Complete, utter silence. The stark white walls enveloping their victim. She runs. She keeps running until she can’t breathe any longer. It’s useless. She crashes to the ground. She looks around frantically, trying to spot an exit. The silence is somehow deafening. She covers her ears to drown out the piercing soundlessness. She screams. A bloodcurdling, horrific, fearsome, scream. Loud enough to shatter a thousand windows simultaneously. If there were any.

    She screams again. This time, nothing comes out. She startles, falling backwards. She screams again. No sound. The silence is back. The motionlessness is starting to seem even eerier than before. The room is closing in on her. She screams once more, and this time her voice magnifies all throughout the room. She keeps screaming, as if it will stop the walls from eating her alive. Her throat runs dry. No sound comes out. The walls close in, faster, bloodthirsty. She panics, looking around frantically. She looks down. The ground beneath her is a dark, deep red. It’s slowly spreading, taunting her.

    She jumps up, frightened. She looks around. The entire surface around her is blood red. She spins around to a pressure on her shoulders. The back wall has completely enclosed on her. She spins around once more. The other walls are just inches away. With one last scream, she closes her eyes and jumps while the walls pack her tight between them. She waits, eyes closed tight. There is no pain. The walls continue to push against her. Still, there is no pain. She stops struggling. She opens her eyes.