[ CW ] In five sentences , tell a horror story .

All he could hear was his own breathing, heavy and frantic, his heart pounding in his chest, `` I did n't kill her,'' he thought. Suddenly, he could hear it, the hiss of invisible gas filling the chamber, he could sense the temperature changing on his damp, sweat soaked skin. Griped by panic and fear, he looked down at the restraints, there had to be a way out -- hands made into fists, his body rigid and flexing, he pulled, thrashing in frustration, it was futile, he was to die an innocent man. Holding his breath in vain he looked beyond the blinding light and into the room full of dark faces as if someone there could save him. Running out of air, head throbbing, he focused on a face, she stood, his eyes widened, it was her, she was alive, he let out a gasp of terror as the gas flooded his starving lungs.
