The Dentist

"Well, if you say so," Catherine obliged, and the doctor smiled again.

"Excellent," he said, and he wheeled over a tank of gas with a nose mask attached. He turned the valve on the tank and placed the mask over Catherine's face.

"Now breathe in deeply," he said, which she did. As Catherine's head began to swim, the last thing she saw before passing out was Doctor Thorn looking down at her, that wicked smile plastered onto his face.

Catherine was lying down on a white bed in a white room surrounded by misty white light. She tried to look around but was finding it very difficult to move her head. She felt as though she were glued to the bed and couldn't lift any part of her body, no matter how hard she tried.

A man dressed all in black stood beside her, looking down at her. His face was masked in shadows but she could tell he was smiling. His smile was wicked, the smile of the Devil. She tried to open her mouth to yell but her lips wouldn't part. She tried to move away from him but her