It That Has No Name III: The Beginning | 
Samantha could feel the walls of that wooden box that confined her closing in on her, forcing her to turn her head from side to side in a desperate search for each breath she took. She cried out for help, but no one could hear her. She felt the tightening in her throat and around her neck as if someone was choking her…she scratched and clawed at the wooden box until her fingernails were broken and fingertips bled. She felt hands moving around her…
