Confined
He shook free from the clutches of a hellish dream - suffocation, confined in the darkness of a slime-soaked tunnel. Reality was worse - the silken walls of a coffin and six feet of moist, stony soil.
Thing
A furtive movement caught from the corner of my eye caused me to look round. Some dark, fetid thing with many tentacles disgorged from the shadows in the back of my van and muffled my mindless shrieks.
Power
The first thing we did when the power went out was light candles. Their flickering flames revealed horrible things creeping from corners and from under furniture; so the last thing we did was scream.
