Gemotions

The sudden stop jolted Clara. She hadn't even finished her sentence. The lights died, and a heavy, suffocating atmosphere immediately descended. Her vision swam for a moment, and her stomach did a somersault. "Oh, no," she whimpered, her voice barely audible.

She leaned heavily against the wall, her legs suddenly weak. She felt a prickling sensation on her skin, as if a thousand tiny needles were poking at her. Her hands trembled as she reached for her phone, the screen offering only a blank, unresponsive face.

She began to pace the small space, her movements erratic and jerky, her eyes wide and scanning the shadows. "Please," she whispered into the darkness, her voice breaking.