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Air moved relentlessly making it difficult to catch her breath. The constant hot breath of an unseen monster blew from one direction, then the opposite. Bev could never get a fix on its location. She knew it was sinister without ever seeing its form. It taunted and twisted her like a bug caught in a web.
A tiny spark of light lit the pitch darkness with a flash. It flickered and moved with the air current. Bev twisted and searched in the dim illumination, but there was still no sign of her adversary. The spark grew quickly into a consuming blaze. She struggled to leave, but couldn’t.
The fire crossed the floor beneath her and created a pitch black smoke, which curled slowly up her legs then up and around her shoulders. It was heavy, thick and greasy, she couldn’t move out from under
