He doesn't so much as get a chance to put the cup down before butterflies swallow his vision and he's plunged into darkness.

There's something following him in the darkness, something flipping switches, turning knobs, pressing buttons while the music plays. Something daring him to follow it through the darkness, if he's got the courage. Something that cackles and mocks him.

(Author's note: Wear headphones and close your eyes for best results)