He’d been hardly more than a child that night, heading home from football practice, looking forward to a home-cooked meal. Next thing he’d known he was someplace else. He’d thought it must be hell.
How long he was there, he didn’t know. Time passed differently somehow. Day and night became meaningless concepts; there were only the flames and the burning. He thought sometimes, when he could think at all, that maybe he was slipping in and out of time.
Then the scream found him and he was trapped, one scream joining the next like links in an endless chain.
A/N2: Title used is ‘The Chain Of Screaming’