It was a cold and foggy night. The wind howled through the old factory, a place that had been abandoned for many years. Little did I know that this place would become my own personal nightmare.
I had been having heart problems for some time and had been warned by my doctor to stay away from places like the old factory. But I was a curious man and decided to take a look around.
As soon as I stepped through the door, I felt a chill run down my spine. The air seemed to thicken with every step I took. I could feel something – something dark and sinister, watching me as I walked through the factory.
Suddenly, I heard a loud thud and I felt my heart skip a beat. I looked around, but saw nothing. I started to walk faster, but it seemed like the darkness was following me, staying just one step ahead of me.
I started to run, but it was no use. Suddenly, I felt a sharp pain in my chest and I stumbled to the ground. I could feel my heart racing and my breathing becoming labored. I knew this was it – I was having a heart attack.
As I lay there, struggling to breathe, something started to move in the shadows. It stepped out from the darkness and revealed itself – it was an old man in a long black robe, his face hidden in the shadows. He spoke in a raspy voice, telling me that this was his factory, and that he wanted me to stay here with him forever.
I tried to get up, but the pain was too much. He walked closer to me and placed his hand on my chest. He said that he could help me if I promised to stay with him forever. Desperate and afraid, I agreed.
He took me deep into the bowels of the factory, where he kept me in a dark room devoid of light or sound. Every night, he would come and visit me, talking to me in his raspy voice about his past and his plans for the future.
The days passed slowly and painfully, until one night he showed me a secret door at the back of the room. He said that this was my chance to escape if I ever wanted to – but warned me that if I ever tried to leave, he would find me and make sure that I stayed in his factory forever.
I took my chance and ran out of the door, but as soon as I stepped outside, I felt a sharp pain in my chest again. This time it was much worse than before – it felt like something was trying to rip my heart out of my chest.
I stumbled onto the street, gasping for breath, until I saw a sign for the hospital. Somehow I managed to make it there and they rushed me into an ambulance and straight into surgery. Now I’m safe – for now – but I know that he’s still out there, somewhere, waiting for me to return to his factory…