Lost in the Cursed Factory

I stumbled through the dark, abandoned factory, my head pounding with every step. The last thing I remembered was downing shots with my friends at a local bar. Now, I was alone and lost in this eerie place.

The stale air reeked of rust and decay. My heart raced as I heard strange noises echoing throughout the labyrinth of corridors. I tried to call out for help, but my dry throat only produced a raspy whisper.

Suddenly, a cold breeze sent shivers down my spine. I turned to see a shadowy figure lurking in the distance. I rubbed my eyes, thinking it was just my imagination playing tricks on me. But when I opened them again, the figure was closer.

I tried to run, but my legs felt like lead. The figure grew larger and more menacing with each passing moment. My mind raced with thoughts of impending doom.

As I rounded a corner, I stumbled upon an old elevator shaft. It was rusted and decrepit, but it was my only chance to escape. I frantically pushed the buttons, hoping it would still work.

The doors creaked open, revealing the dark abyss below. I hesitated for a moment, but the sound of the approaching figure spurred me into action. I leaped into the shaft, plummeting down into the unknown depths.

I landed with a thud, my body aching from the fall. When I looked up, I saw that I was in a subterranean tunnel filled with flickering torches. The air was thick with a musty smell, and the walls were lined with strange symbols and markings.

I tried to stand up, but my legs gave out beneath me. As I crawled forward, I heard a low growling sound reverberating through the tunnel. I froze in terror as a pair of glowing red eyes emerged from the darkness.

The creature was enormous, with razor-sharp claws and teeth as long as my fingers. It lunged at me, and I struggled to defend myself with my bare hands. But I was no match for its strength and ferocity.

As I lay there, bleeding and helpless, I realized that my hangover had led me down a path of no return. The old factory was a cursed place, filled with unspeakable horrors that no mortal could withstand.

And so, I remained trapped in that dark, twisted underworld, a victim of my own foolishness and ignorance. The tales from the crypt had claimed another victim, and I was lost forever in its embrace.

Author: Opney. Illustrator: Dalli. Publisher: Cyber.

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