Claustrophobia

Willow's heartbeat increased in intensity as the Warden's agents came closer to where she hid. She had to get away, but couldn't think of how. Then suddenly one of the flashlight beams crossed over her, and the a man's yell of triumph echoed through the warehouse. "Got her! She's over here!" Willow closed her eyes as panic raced through her veins.

This was the end.

Then suddenly the floor seemed to transform into quicksand, sucking her down. "No! She's getting away!" Someone yelled, dropping a flashlight and attempting to tackle her. She felt a strange sensation as the man skidded right through her and hit the wall. As her neck began to disappear into the floor, Willow let out a shriek of terror. She cried to fight her way back up, but couldn't. When her head finally disappeared into the floor of the warehouse, tears of fright rolled down her face. This couldn't be happening. It had to be a dream. A horrible nightmare that combined her two worst fears. The Warden.

And Claustrophobia.