The Dentist

You are in the dentist's waiting room. On the wall hangs a painting of a sad boy, in the corner is an old lamp that casts a grim light on the elegant wallpaper and on a table is a radio with classical music. Behind the door there is a stumbling sound, then a screeching dentist drill and not soon after, frightful screams. The music from the radio seems to get louder in a desperate attempt to transcend the screeching, but to no avail. Sweat is in your hands, are you next? Suddenly the door opens ...