The darkness in the penthouse was total, thick, and heavy like a black velvet curtain dropped over the room. Outside, thunder roared like an angry beast, shaking the giant glass walls until they vibrated with a low humming sound.

Evelyn gasped for air, but her lungs felt like they were shrinking into tiny knots. The sudden pitch black darkness dragged her straight back to her painful childhood memories. She was eight years old again, locked inside the small, freezing attic by her cruel stepmother Nora.

"Please... let me out..." Evelyn whimpered, her voice tiny and full of terror.

She tried to stand up from the soft sofa, but her legs...