The night was dark

The night was dark and quiet as Emily made her way home from her late-night shift at the hospital. She had always been a little nervous walking alone at night, but tonight was different. She couldn't shake the feeling that she was being watched.

As she turned down the street to her apartment, she saw a figure in the distance. At first, she thought it was just a shadow, but as it got closer, she could see that it was a tall, dark figure with glowing red eyes.

Emily froze in fear as the figure approached her. It didn't say anything, it just stood there, staring at her with those piercing red eyes. Emily tried to run, but her legs felt like they were made of lead.

Suddenly, the figure lunged at her, and Emily felt its cold, bony hands wrap around her neck. She couldn't breathe, and she couldn't scream. She felt herself slipping away into the darkness.

When she woke up, she was lying on a cold, hard floor. She looked around and saw that she was in a dimly lit room with no windows or doors. She was alone, or so she thought.

As her eyes adjusted to the darkness, she saw the figure again, standing in the corner of the room. This time, she could see more clearly what it was. It was a demon, with razor-sharp teeth and long, twisted horns.

The demon spoke to her in a voice that sounded like nails on a chalkboard. "You are mine now," it said. "You belong to me."

Emily tried to fight back, but she was weak and helpless. The demon had taken her soul, and she knew there was no escaping its grasp.

Days turned into weeks, and Emily was trapped in that room with the demon. It would torment her with visions of her worst fears and nightmares. It would whisper to her in the dark, telling her that she was never going to leave.

Emily knew that she was doomed to spend eternity in that room with the demon, and that was the scariest thought of all.