the voice in your head speaks again, a sinister whisper.
"oh, how lovely. your chance to live, so fleeting, so frail..."
a rush of terror takes you, and, frozen with fear, you a handful of rusty screws rise from the rotting floor and hover, point first, only inches from your face.
with a rush of pain, the screws begin driving themselves into your eyes and face until they reach your brain.
convulsing, you fall to the floor, as the thunder crashes outside and darkness closes in.