The Turn To Stone

You jolt upright as you wake up. "Where the fuck am I?!"

As your eyes slowly adjust, you find yourself in a white room on a plain-looking bed. The only light seemed to be a large spotlight at the end of your bed facing towards you and blinding you. This caused the rest of the room to seem almost pitch-black, as though the light couldn't fight the darkness. Confused, you sit up properly against the back of the bed, but then a shadow seemed to move behind the spotlight.

The first emotion that washed through you was anger, but soon it faded and turned to fear. You weren't alone, wherever you were, and whoever or whatever this shadow belonged to certainly seemed to enjoy observing you.

Nervous, you gulp. As you turn your body and slowly descend onto the cold marble floor, the shadow seems to disappear. Yet as you let out a sigh of release, a cold, bony hand wraps around your ankle.