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

Leslie's first sensation upon regaining consciousness was a cold dampness on her throbbing forehead, which her right hand instinctively began rubbing as soon as she was coming to, slowly blinking in her dark surroundings. She was startled by how much faster her body, now hyperventilating in panic beneath her, had grasped her situation than her mind, which only now began to process the rusty iron bars of her short cage. She jumped up and immediately banged her head hard, falling back down to all fours. Squinting into the dim mustiness of wherever she was, she made out what appeared to be a weak, solitary light bulb hanging from the ceiling nearby. Suddenly, just above that ceiling, the whir of a chainsaw roared to life, and muffled screams reverberated along with a savage banging through the thin floor boards; and the light bulb, beginning to sway, flickered gently.
